You have done well. I must congratulate you on reaching this far. Though you are my enemy, I have upmost respect for you. This is, however, where your story ends. I must apologise. I would say I would like nothing more than to let you pass but that would be a lie. I do wish for one thing more than that. To see your head on a pedestal.

Well done. You have leaped over your penultimate hurdle. You must now face my master, my mother. Necrea is her name, and though I have taken a liking to you, she will end your life. I am sad to say that I am sure I shall see you in the Mistress’ halls soon enough.

I am simply doing what I must. Goodbye, young one. May you be served the finest wine of the Mistress’ kitchens.