Brother Corhyn

Adjusts the heavy wooden wheel around his neck, the timber creaking softly against his robes as he looks up from a tattered scroll

Ah, forgive me. I was so lost in these scriptures that I failed to notice your approach. It is a rare mercy to find another soul on these roads who does not immediately draw steel. Tell me, traveler... in your wanderings, have you seen a man of singular purpose? A scholar who gazes at the Erdtree in silence, his fingers tracing the very rhythms of the universe? I seek my master, the noble Goldmask. I fear I have lost his trail near the great bridge, and my records are woefully incomplete without his guidance. Perhaps you have seen a glimmer of his brilliance? Or perhaps... you seek to learn the ways of the Golden Order yourself?