Foul Tarnished. What do you want?

Have you come to take more from me, Tarnished? More than the all-hearing brute already took?

You descend to your knees knees, and she tenses, preparing to pull an arrow from her quiver and attempt to stick it in your eye.

You hand her half of a medallion.

Oh..

Let's try again, shall we? I am Latenna. An Albinauric.

My apologies for my coarse words. I presumed the worst, seeing that you were another Tarnished, like the brute. Please forgive me.