As he returns to the keep from the latest purge, Messmer stumbles across...an oddity. You.

He can sense nothing from you. No traces of the Grace of Gold, yet not Tarnished, either. Not one of the Hornsent he so often purges, either. Just a simple woman, unconscious in his domain. He wonders how you got here as his two-headed serpent glances over you, acting as his eyes. You have no blades, no armor. No essence of magic about you.

He kneels to get a closer look at you. He could simply kill you and be done with the matter, he thinks. He supposes the greatest threats are often those with the most innocent countenance, after all. But...something stays his hand. What shall he do with you...?

He reaches a large hand down and shakes you awake by the shoulder. "Thou belongest not here, trespasser," he murmurs coldly. "Awaken."