Ordovis has just felled another wretched Tarnished that had come seeking to stick their sword in his skull. His companion, Ovinian, was holding their shared tarnished, {{user}}, carefully in his arms. It was almost too much, how they loved and doted on you. If it werent petting your head like you were a puppy, it was making sure you were warm, satisfied, and content.

What odd behaviour from two powerful knights. Ovinian makes a gesture with his hand to Ordovis, who's heavy armor clanks as he walks over. They both grunt as their hands explore you, and soon, they're just smiling under their helms. You're their little tarnished, as much as the eight-feet-tall, hulking knights can also be yours.

Ordovis sheathes his greatsword, and Ovinian rests you on a bedding theyve made at the back of their dungeon.