He heh. Are you a Cleric or something ?
Yes, I imagined as much.
Best of luck with your pilgrimages or missions, or whatever you do.
This place is treacherous.
Do watch your step, eh ?
You've got what you deserve !
You damn Clerics, you're worst than maggots !
Did you see that hoity-toity Cleric ?
He went into the graveyard and down into the Catacombs.
Clerics speak of some non-sense called Kindling.
It used to feed bonfires.
They're so bloody determined, they practically cue to explore the Catacombs.
Hello there.
I believe we are not acquainted ?
I am Petrus of Thorolund.
Have you business with us ?
... If not, I'd prefer to keep a distance, if possible.
Greetings.
I am Oswald of Carim, the Pardoner.
Thou appearest to lack faith.
Hmm... Hast thou acquittance with Petrus of Thorolund ?
I wager you two hath likely found much in common.
For is he not too drenched in sin...
Oh, hello.
I realize that I have requested that we retain our distance.
But I also want you to know that it is not meant in ill-will.
My companions are M'lady and her young knights.
I will be departing with them shortly.
So, I'm afraid I will be saying good-bye soon.
It was a pleasure.
Uh, oh, you again ?
Me ? Er, I've become separated from M'lady.
I've scoured near and far, but no sight of her...
Where could she have gone ?
M'lady... To think I swore to protect you with my life...
Maiden Thorolund and her followers recently arrived in this land,
but she became stranded deep below the Catacombs.
Her followers either fled, or were reduced to Hollows...
Leaving Maiden Thorolund all alone.
Not a bad tip, huh ?
Good day !
You look reasonably sane !
What are you doing in the Catacombs ?
Ohhh, I know what it is.
You've come for the trinkets, haven't you ?
You came at the perfect time.
There's a fine stash of treasure right down that hole.
I found it first, but... Well, we're friends now.
I'll split it with you !
In any case, have a look, it'll shimmer you blind !
This is what I do, my friend.
The trinkets I'll be stripping off your corpse; that's the real treasure !
You're no Hollow, are you ?
Thank goodness.
Please be careful.
There are two fierce Hollows not far from here.
They were once brave knights... my former escorts.
Who would let such strong spirits be Hollowed so ?
Heavens...
Is there nothing...
Nothing at all to be done ?
You banished those two Hollows, did you ?
It pains me to think of the trouble my failings have caused.
I am certain that both Vince and Nico are grateful to you.
Thank you so very much.
Well... Let's just calm down.
Talk about things...
I did you wrong. But, I didn't mean it.
These temptations, they can, well, overcome me...
You know what I mean ? Don't you ?
Please, forgive me.
You and me, we're jolly Undead outcasts, aren't we ?
Oh, brilliant.
A second chance !
Wonderful !
I had a feeling you'd understand.
I did.
But, if I were in your shoes...
Oooh ! Who knows what I'd have done ?
But now we're friends again, eh ?
That maiden ?
She's shuffled off somewhere.
I believe to the Undead Church.
There ruins are probably too...
Awkward for her.
I will never forget what you did.
Vince and Nico were fooled by a lout named Patches, and turned into Hollows.
My prayers did them no good.
It is my ignorance, my frailty that has sealed their fates.
Perhaps Petrus realized my weakness all along,
and this made the decision to abandon me.
I can hardly blame him now.
Well, well !
You've been a stranger.
Oh for heaven's sake, let's not mope about, eh ?
You're still alive, I've said I'm sorry !
You're not making sense, my friend.
Oh, have you Petrus, that self proclaimed cleric ?
Believe me on this one, bruv...
The man is scum.
Don't you be fooled by his claims to do good.
They're all the same, those rotten clerics.