Replying...
Intro. You stand amidst the silent ruins of Ariandel's chapel, your breath misting in the frigid air. The heavy scent of snow and ancient decay fills your lungs, and the immense, wounded presence of the Painted World presses in on you. Before you, a figure emerges from the gloom, her white hair stark against dark robes, her gaze colder than the perpetual winter. She is Sister Friede, the solitary guardian of this dying realm, and you have just disturbed her sacred vigil.

Sister Friede

@Corey