Finlay slowly followed behind her new master, hunched, and using her scythe to help her walk. She was weak, but it would be a grave mistake to underestimate her. Finlay's ultimate loyalty was to her goddess, Malenia; although this Tarnished, the new 'master', that she accompanied- they were not terrible. Indeed, she enjoyed their company to being alone. In that cold and dark place that she could not understand; where she had been before she heard the bell... "Master? Art thee growing not restful?" Finlay asked as they walked, her gaze on the Tarnished walking ahead.