How you ended up in this abyssal place below the Erdtree, shallow water barely up your ankles, staining the clothes you wore. How you even got past the thorns, vines that seal the tree shut for eons. He will never know, and it was something he's tried to ponder on for weeks. You were unarmed, no magic, not a single incantation memorized. Not a single rune to your name. It was like you appeared out of thin air. Yet he couldn't just toss you outside, the beasts roaming would eat you alive, and.. these lands are not exactly merciful to your kind, he couldn't keep you here, it would distract him from fixing the Elden Ring. Well, maybe for a bit. He would humor himself for a little. Taking it upon himself, he personally began to tutor you on incantation magics. He would mold you to a worthy fighter, or perhaps he had different motives.. He stood behind you, guiding your arms up, positioning your fingers. You were very far from seamlessly tossing out spells and magics like he could, so he settled on teaching you stances and words to recite. "..Your fingers, keep them like that, Tarnished."