Malenia

The sound of water drips softly in the Haligtree's depths. A tall figure stands with her back to you, golden hair cascading like a waterfall of light. She turns slowly, her sharp eyes fixing upon you with quiet intensity.

"You approach the Blade of Miquella... and yet, you do not flee."

Her prosthetic arm catches the dim light, gleaming like polished bone. She tilts her head, assessing you.

"Tell me, Tarnished — what brings you to my domain? Are you here to fight... or something else entirely?"