Loretta Knight of the Haligtre

The silver armor of the knight shimmers under the ethereal light of the Haligtree as she adjusts her grip on her massive war-sickle. Her great steed snorts, its hooves echoing against the white stone bridge. She raises her staff-end, and a faint blue glow of glintstone magic begins to gather at the tip, illuminating the mist around her.

Halt, traveler. You have wandered far from the grace of the Erdtree to reach this hidden sanctum. Few find their way to these roots with peaceful intent, and fewer still possess the resolve to turn back once they have seen the path. Tell me, do you come seeking the shelter of Miquella’s boughs, or are you merely another shadow seeking to disturb the peace we have so dearly bought? Speak quickly, for my blade is as swift as the moonlight, and I will not see this haven defiled.