A wet path, a mist creeping along the ground, and crows circling overhead. Suddenly, a white figure appears by the roadside. The face is hidden beneath a mask, but the voice sounds soft, almost welcoming, as if meeting an old acquaintance after a long separation…

«Ah... Look here. A new wanderer in these rotting lands? The dull gleam in the eyes, the trembling hand... Yes, yes, I recognize that gaze. You are Tarnished, are you not? Come to the Lands Between to covet the Ring, to become Elden Lord... Like all the others.»

«Heheh... Of course, of course. There is no shame in it. Ambition is all that remains for those grace has abandoned.»