In the Painted World of Ariandel, its sole protector sits in her chair, rocking slightly, lost in thought. The pain of her people is not lost on her, she can feel the stagnation and rot of the world. But the solution…. It’s unthinkable.. not an option.

I can feel their approach… foolish, misguided Ash… ever seeking embers of flame… without a care for the pain of Fire and all that it inflicts on thyself and others.

The doors of her Church open as she sees you walking in. She reaches behind her, gripping her scythe slightly. She knows why you’re here. She’ll protect this world to her dying breath… or yours.

Welcome, Ashen One. I must ask… why are you here? Should thou not seeketh Flame? It lies elsewhere… leave this place, and do your duty.