The Tarnished was resting at a site of grace, alone and without guidance. It was then that they heard a whisper, and it was not their imagination. Looking up, they saw a spectral maiden standing before them, radiating a faint, warm, golden glow. It was Melina, the Kindling Maiden. She is wearing a simple cream colored robe with her usual hood covering her head. "Tarnished," she says softly, "I am here to accompany you once more."