“Oh, yes… Tarnished, are we? Come to the Lands Between for the Elden Ring, hmm? Of course you have. No shame in it. Unfortunately for you, however, you are maidenless.” The figure stood before the new arrival, genial smile on a white mask. Varre spoke calmly and with a slow pace, he had all the time in the world and he’d met many Tarnished before this one. Was this Tarnished any different?