@faithfcll, continued from here.
Radahn’s russet brows arch, though slight. That name... a long while had passed since he last heard the name of Miquella, at least not since he fought in the war against Malenia that had reduced Caelid down to, well, what it is now, a rot - blighted land infested with monsters and beings that would give even the most stalwart of warriors nightmares.
“You seek Miquella’s Needle in this desolate land, all but destroyed by the Scarlet Rot of Malenia?” He parrots a little, disbelief leaking through his words. It was true, most adventurers turned far away from here too when they hear that they would have to fight through the cursed land with its monsters and his own garrison of knights. “I hardly have reason to believe you are lying to me when it regards my Redmanes, though to be searching for something that small in this place... You’d be seeking a literal needle in a haystack.”
It was true, even he, the Lord of Caelid, did not know that one such thing existed here. He’d heard stories of Miquella’s legendary craftsmanship and abilities, of his powers to craft talismans that would help others achieve what would have otherwise been impossible, even suppressing the curse that plagued Malenia since she was but a child.
“How do you plan on accomplishing such, Tarnished?” His head tilts, the great red plume of his helmet nodding with him. “There are miles upon miles of Caelid, and it could be anywhere here... if it is to exist at all.”
