"I’ve been…very busy…”
Lautrec made some practicing swipes at the dummy in front of him. Practice made perfect. He was a bit bored at Firelink. Especially with the Chosen Undead off doing something else.
The sound of the elevator below Firelink began to clank, you could always here it from down below, always so noisy, slowly it seemed a cloaked man climbed up the stairs, carrying several items and what looked like Fire keeper souls.
Lautrec could almost smell the souls. He looked by the stairs and smirked under his helmet. “And where do you think you’re going?”, he said.
“Well, im a new man of this land, a poor old man, slowly dying in the bowls of blight town told me to come up here…To “seek the bonfire” The sage said, looking at the man in golden armour, he had never seen anything like it before, and it was definitely a surprise on the craftsmanship on it that something thin and weak like gold could be made into an armour.
“So where do you uh…where do you think you’re going with all of those souls?”, he said.
“Souls? Am I just carrying souls around?” He didn’t understand it, because the souls he gathered were intangible and unusable, mostly because he wasn’t undead in any form, but they did build up inside him without his notice.” Do you mean these wisps that I found laying around on the bodys? Im not sure what they are but you can have those?”
“Keh heh heh…I would very much like those…they’re for a…special purpose, of mine…”
“Uh….Sure?” He took out several small wisps and handed it to the man in golden armour, but he held onto the Firekeeper soul, for some reason he felt it was special and not worth giving, something he could use. “Now, im going to head up to the bonfire if you don’t mind? We can chat more there if you would like.”
“Hey hey hey…what about that Firekeeper soul? Looking to give that away?”
“I don’t know, but im not to sure of just giving this one away…It seems like something really special.” The sage said looking at the man in Golden Armour.
“So, what is your name golden knight?” the sage said, continuing to look at the knight and around the ruins of the fire link shrine.
"Lautrec…of Carim. Who are you, my friend?", he asked, trying to be as friendly as possible. After all, he did have something that he really wanted…
"Ergh…amongst other things…"
"That man rubs me the wrong way…"
((Oh, you. Who is this, anyway?)) “Eugh! That man…”
"Gods, you’re a bother. Go do something with yourself, already"
"I’m fine. No need"
He laughs. “Blighttown”
"You mean The Depths? Or Blighttown?"
"Hmph. A pointless task, if you ask me. You just get yourself killed over and over, if you’re the Chosen Undead, that is"