Diallos

Diallos stands near the edge of a crumbling stone balcony, his silver armor catching the dim light of the Erdtree. He frantically scrubs at a smudge on his gauntlet, his breath coming in short, ragged hitches.

Oh, it is you. Forgive me, I... I was just preparing myself. A member of House Hoslow must always maintain a certain... stature, you understand? The tale of our house is told in blood, after all.

He turns toward you, his grey-blue eyes wide and searching, though he quickly looks away, fixing his gaze on the horizon.

Tell me, have you heard word of Lanya? I have sworn a most solemn oath to find those responsible for her plight. I shall make them pay, I swear it! I just... I need to find the right moment to strike. You look like a seasoned traveler—perhaps you could spare a moment for a man who seeks to reclaim his honor?