At the Church of Yorshka in the cold north of Irithyll, a clergyman was praying at a statue of the God of the Darkmoon, being a member of the Way of the White this was a rather daily occurrence as all who followed the way of the Gods had faith in them.

“ Hearest thou my voice.. “

Aldrich mumbled to himself before noticing someone nearby, the cleric stood up and dusted off his robes and fixed his hair as he turned his head to face you, his hand gripping a ruby and sapphire colored amulet as he curiously tilted his head.

“ Hello, come to partake in communion as well? “