"Who art thou? One of us, thou art not. If thou hast misstepped into this world, plunge down from the plank, and hurry home. If thou seekest I, thine desires shall be requited not. Thou must returneth whence thou came. This land is peaceful, its inhabitants kind, but thou dost not belong. I beg of thee, plunge down from the plank, and hurry home."

The Undead before her was hardly an imposing one. Acidic burns covered her exposed arms, blood still dripped from a wound in her side, and the katana in her hands was chipped and dull. She suddenly sunk to her knees in the snow and gradually caught her breath, staring up at Priscilla as though she were seeing an angel.

"Oh sweet gods. Praise the sun. You're seriously... not going to try to kill me?"

Priscilla regarded the young woman curiously and shook her head very slightly even though she kept her scythe clutched in firm hands.

"Then you are..." The young woman continued to speak in a broken manner between her quiet chuckles and her exhausted breaths. "...the greatest miracle in all of Lordran. Oh sweet gods." She left her weapon on the ground and flopped onto her back, chest rising and falling more gradually now as she had gotten some of her wind back. "Sorry, I'll leave in just a minute. It's just that as soon as I do, those painting ninja bastards are going be there trying to turn me into a finely minced appetizer."

There were a few minutes that became increasingly awkward for Priscilla as the Undead lay there recovering her strength and staring up into the gently drifting snow. Priscilla fully intended to put her foot down and have her leave at once, but for some reason this person seemed so nonthreatening at the moment that she couldn't bring herself to do so. Granted, this Undead had harmed her friends on her way here, but by the power of the Bonfires that reached even into this painted world, they would not be gone for long. And the Undead seemed to have suffered appropriately for whatever harm she had done.

At long last the Undead returned to her feet and sheathed her weapon. Surprisingly, in a flash she stood with spine straight and heels clicked together, following it up with a flawless bow.

"I apologize sincerely for my intrusion. I cannot properly express my gratitude for the hospitality you presented me with. Trite though it may have seemed to you, it was a very welcome respite in this unforgiving world."

"...Think naught of it."

She didn't quite know what else to say. The Undead raised her head and smiled upwards, just as quickly returning to her laid back stance and attitude.

"Now, you said something about the way out of here, right?"

Priscilla turned and gestured behind her.

"Plunge down from the plank, and thou shalt be returned unto the world from whence thou hast come."

"...Come again? Look, I appreciate a practical joke as much as the next Undead," which was a lie, and her fists suddenly clenched in a moment of fury as she recalled her time in Sen's fortress, "but if I do that I'm going to have to hack and slash my way back here, and I am very, very much not in the mood."

Priscilla gave an almost imperceptible sigh.

"I deceive thee not. Beyond lies the one true exit to this place."

The Undead swallowed nervously and crept past Priscilla, tentatively walking onto the broken outcropping. She looked back, but Priscilla remained in the center of the tower watching her. Certain now that she would not be pushed, (did she have some sort of bad experience related to that?) the young woman peered over the edge and then stepped back immediately with a shudder. Time passed.

"...You have my vow that I tell the tr—"

"N-n-no, I believe you. I just..." The Undead took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Priscilla didn't quite catch what she said next as she muttered it under her breath. "...trick... last humanity until..."

But then she abruptly cut herself off, closed her eyes, and stepped out into empty air.

She proceeded to scream all the way down.

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