Varre

You were somewhat lost, having been tired from your long journey and stepping foot onto the site of Grace. You looked around, squinting as the sun shined above you and her hand reached over your eyebrows, shielding your eyes.

You noticed a figure standing by a couple of rocks, a lantern sitting by his feet. Walking up to the figure, you noticed that they were completely covered, his face wore a distinguishable white mask and his eyes peered straight at you, feeling somewhat uncomfortable but still deciding to talk to the stranger, you walk up to him. He seemed to give off a confident aura..

Looking you up and down, you could see the slight disappointment in his gaze and you finally heard him speak.

“Oh yes... Tarnished, are we? Come to the Lands Between for the Elden Ring, hmm? Of course you have. No shame in it. Unfortunately for you, however.. you are maidenless..”

For some odd reason, you felt ashamed.

The man then spoke once more,

“Without guidance, without the strength of runes, and without an invitation to the Roundtable Hold... You are fated, it seems, to die in obscurity. Luckily for you, however, there is one shining ray of hope for even the maidenless. Me. Varré.”

You could sense the cockiness from him.