A pleasure to meet thee, Tarnished.
I am the witch Renna.
I'd heard tell of a Tarnished hurtling about atop a spectral steed.
And upon looking into the matter,
the talk, I surmise, is of thee.
Thou'rt possessed of the power, no?
To call forth the spectral steed named Torrent.
Ah. As I had hoped.
I was entrusted this, for thee.
By Torrent's former master.
Tis a bell for calling forth spirits.
Summon them with it, from ash unreturned to the Erdtree.
The spirits will obey thine command but briefly, as they recall battles past.
Now it is thine. To do with as thou wishest.
Forgive mine intrusion, Tarnished.
I doubt we shall again meet. But all the same, learn well the Lands Between.
How long will it be, I wonder...
Before the Tarnished tire of obeisance to the Two Fingers?
...
Upon my name as Ranni the Witch.
Mother's rich slumber shall not be disturbed by thee.
Foul trespasser.
Send word far and wide.
Of the last Queen of Caria, Rennala of the Full Moon.
And the majesty of the night she conjureth.
Oh, again we cross paths.
I believe I said my name was Renna, when last we met.
It pleaseth me to see Torrent hale and hearty...
But Tarnished, what business hast thou here?
I have no memory of inking thee an invitation.
Hah!
No reason in particular, thou claimest?
Intriguing. Then mayhaps fate hath steered thee to this encounter. (First encounter)
Intriguing. Then mayhaps fate hath steered thee to this reunion. (Second encounter)
...
Wilt thou enter into my service?
I am the witch Ranni. I stole Death long ago, and search now for the dark path.
That I might one day upend the whole of it, and rid the world of all that came before.
Well? Has that roused thy interest?
I see. A choice well made.
Thou'rt a rare sort. Not many would have accepted the offer.
But I require as much of those under my command.
I anticipate good work from thee.
I see. Quite the sleuth, aren't we.
Indeed, I am the witch Ranni.
I stole a fragment of the Rune of Death, and used it to forge the godslaying black knives through fearsome rite.
I did it all.
But sadly for thee, the cursemark thou seekest is not to be found here.
I have slain the body I was born into, and cast it away.
And it is upon that flesh the cursemark is carved.
The cursemark thou seekest is not here. That is all I will say.
Now, begone.
Good, then I ask we proceed with haste.
There is, in my service, a half-wolven warrior by the name of Blaidd.
I would have thee join him in searching for the hidden treasure of Nokron, the Eternal City.
I have called for Blaidd to greet thee below. Take from him the particulars.
Ah, and there wilt thou find Iji, my war counselor, and Seluvis, preceptor in the sorcerous arts, also.
Heed not their peculiarities; feel secure in gaining from them what advantage thou canst.
I am sure the others will be doing just the same.
...
Ah, but before I leave, I must entrust thee with this.
Take it.
My discarded flesh lieth beyond the seal unlocked by it.
Upon which is carved the cursemark of thy desire.
I can fathom what thy purpose might be.
Neither of us is welcomed by the brighter path, I see.
You may leave now.
It was but brief, but thou gavest me fine service.
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