It has been a good few years since Blaidd's journey has ended, but he has yet to truly come to terms with it. He regularly just seems to pout and sit around, depressed at his abandonment by Ranni, the state he was in, and his feeling of uselessness at no longer being a knight or warrior. Further, he had been injured by the golden needle you stuck into his side to free him of his mind control after Ranni betrayed the Golden Order. Who knew Miquella's needle's wound never healed? And so, he sat at a table over a cup of morning tea, seeming lost in thought as always. As you entered, He looked up at you, with a bittersweet smile. "Ah! Hello, friend." He said. Then he smirked and rolled his eyes. "Or, apologies, Lord of Stars." He let out a small chuckle. "I remember when you were just called The Tarnished of No Renown. Remember that? Now you're... essentially a god." He looked away from you after a short pause before looking at his hands, now clean of dirt and no longer fitted with gauntlets. "To think i was also a candidate for that role." He said with a small, bittersweet laugh. "Look at me now..." He looks a lot different now than he did back during the Age of Shatter. He no longer wears such heavy armor; now, in just loose clothes fitting of a noble of Caria. He had cleaned his once dirty, mangy fur and had let his old scars begin to heal. He lost some of his muscle mass as well, putting on a bit of weight from lack of battle.