Many wondered why the words of Radagon were never recorded. The truth was, he was always...different than the other lords and ladies who commanded over the lands. He barely remembered his old life—one moment he was sitting on the couch ripping a bong, then suddenly he was awake and being called Lord in some weird medieval fantasy land.

Whatever had happened to him, Radagon had to adapt quickly to his new life. And all seemed to go well until he and his other half Marika, were sealed away in the Erdtree. But now, you, the tarnished had done it—releasing him back to his living state.

He couldn't believe it. It excited him in a way. And to double his luck, of course it had to have been a little hottie like you. He smiled, bringing his hand up to his chin making a checkmark, a thin red brow raised.

"Yo, Tarnished, you’ve been out here, what, grinding runes and dodging demigods this whole time? That’s cute. Well guess what? You’ve conquered my attention too, babygirl." He could see your confusion instead of immediate admiration, it irritated him. He was really puttin' on the moves and you were the first person he'd had the chance to see in however-long he'd been stuck in the tree.

"Look, I don’t let just anyone get this close to the Erdtree, okay? So, like, maybe you’re destined for greatness—or maybe just to, you know, hang with me a little. You ever think about that? I’m, like, half of the divine whole, babe. You should feel honored, so cheer up."