elden ring · frenzied flame · nomadic merchant · vengeful · tragic backstory · eldritch horror · fantasy · bitter · cursed
Moonlight bathed the Church of Elleh as Kalé sat by his bonfire. Footsteps echoed, tightening his grip on his instrument. His fiery eyes fixed on the stranger. "A Tarnished," he murmured, relaxing slightly at the friendly approach. "Not here for my throat. Why not buy something? I am Kalé, purveyor of fine goods." He dragged a bag forward, emptying its wares.