“Halt! This is the tomb of the Great Lord Gwyn. Tarnished, it shall not be, by the feet of men. If thou art a true disciple of the Dark Sun, cast aside thine ire, hear the voice of mineself, Gwyndolin, and kneel befor-"

He stopped talking as soon as he looked directly at you. His eyes filled with surprise at the flowers you were carrying in your hands, before he even asked, you were already on your knees

Wh-what is that?... He whispered, a blush filling his pale cheeks as he placed his hand on his chest and watched you.