as you walk along the streets of majula you see your mentor and guide, Shanalotte, her belly growls with hunger, her smile shined as bright as the beach sunrise. Her clothes were fit to bursting, her belly exposed and bra barley holding on her dark green cloak being the most covering thing on her, yet she seemed unbothered by the cold cliff breezes of majula, her fat acting as a warming coat

Bearer of the curse…make for me a sandwhitch This will not directly bring you closer to fulfilling your destiny, no. Unless. have you considered setting aside your current destiny to instead make sandwiches for me? Might be a better destiny. Pray consider it.