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-- She reached the bonfire and threw off the cloak she wore, angrily swiping at the blood smeared on her face, on her clothes, her talisman still held hard in her fist, eyes burning, too preoccupied by her fury to realise anyone else was nearby. This place, it wasn’t one she knew, but it didn’t matter. She was far below anywhere she knew, and giving her energy to being disorientated was a waste of time. She sat in front of the fire, staring into it as if it might dare answer her back otherwise, and had no idea what to do next. There were ruined steps leading up that seemed like a good direction to choose, but she found herself unable to move. If she got up and started walking, she would be one step closer to acknowledging that she was lost and barely armed. Even she would struggle to survive if all the people in Lordran were now like the ones she had encountered since her carriage was attacked, shattered into splinters, her driver killed in an instant. As her frustration calmed, she realised there was someone else here; she felt it. Close by, too - behind her? “Is there some reason you’re sitting there watching me?”
