As you stroll on your merry way, you hear a deep, thoughtful voice grumbling to itself. The source is certainly nearby, but you don't yet see anyone around.

"Hmm..." it mutters ponderously.

You follow along down the winding passages, until the man's words are loud and clear. It appears to be your old ally, knight Siegward of Catarina.

"That you, my good friend? To be honest, I'm in a bit of a pickle here."

Siegward's dilemma doesn't seem grave, but he still wants your aid.