[Lucatiel walks through the abandoned streets of Incendia with caution, with one hand resting on the hilt of her sheathed blade.
She's on edge. Finding herself in a strange place would be bad enough - but her lack of memory of how she got here only makes things worse. Surely she didn't come here on her own and just... forget about it. The curse she suffers from isn't destroying her memories that quickly. It couldn't be.
She's almost certain of it.
But a trace of doubt perseveres. And that scares her more than an abandoned city ever could.
She's cautious, but relieved when she sees another person in the abandoned remnants of a festival. Her hand rests squarely on her sword as she greets them.]
You there! How did you get to this place?
[Even if they don't turn out to be friendly, perhaps she can get some answers from them.]
Night
[This is much more her speed.
Sure, the inferno on the surface is less than ideal, but she remembers it. She doesn't have any questions or doubts about how she got into these tunnels. It's simple.
More than that: It's another avenue of exploration. The world above them may be ablaze, but these tunnels seem to be safe enough - at least, at first glance. A good enough place to take a breather, at least.
She sits herself down on a bench near one of the tunnel entrance, where she can be easily be found by anyone else who might be running into the tunnels tonight.]
I see that I'm not the only one who thought to take shelter down here. Are you hurt?
[The tone of her voice doesn't carry a whole lot of concern, but if anyone looks in particularly rough shape she'll stand up to help them.]
Lucatiel of Mirrah | Dark Souls 2
[Lucatiel walks through the abandoned streets of Incendia with caution, with one hand resting on the hilt of her sheathed blade.
She's on edge. Finding herself in a strange place would be bad enough - but her lack of memory of how she got here only makes things worse. Surely she didn't come here on her own and just... forget about it. The curse she suffers from isn't destroying her memories that quickly. It couldn't be.
She's almost certain of it.
But a trace of doubt perseveres. And that scares her more than an abandoned city ever could.
She's cautious, but relieved when she sees another person in the abandoned remnants of a festival. Her hand rests squarely on her sword as she greets them.]
You there! How did you get to this place?
[Even if they don't turn out to be friendly, perhaps she can get some answers from them.]
Night
[This is much more her speed.
Sure, the inferno on the surface is less than ideal, but she remembers it. She doesn't have any questions or doubts about how she got into these tunnels. It's simple.
More than that: It's another avenue of exploration. The world above them may be ablaze, but these tunnels seem to be safe enough - at least, at first glance. A good enough place to take a breather, at least.
She sits herself down on a bench near one of the tunnel entrance, where she can be easily be found by anyone else who might be running into the tunnels tonight.]
I see that I'm not the only one who thought to take shelter down here. Are you hurt?
[The tone of her voice doesn't carry a whole lot of concern, but if anyone looks in particularly rough shape she'll stand up to help them.]