D snorted, seemingly expressing disdain, but his words sounded particularly deliberate: "Hmph, never heard that name before. Where did this nobody come from?"
Then D, wearing a brass helmet, scolded the player: "As a Tarnished, you should hone your skills and keep striving toward kingship. Stop wasting your time puzzling over trivial nonsense!"
The player could clearly tell that D was hiding something. He was deliberately covering it up.
But D stopped acknowledging the player. No matter how often the player pressed E, he mercilessly pretended they did not exist.
He even refused to teach Incantations, which rather gave the game away.
So the player left, bored, and headed deeper into Roundtable Hold. The two great doors that had always been tightly shut now stood ajar. The knight at the entrance was gone.
The room beyond the doors was large and dimly lit. Two enormous fingers stood in its center, their tips drooping limply toward the floor, as though they had lost all their strength.
The Two Fingers were looking wilted and exhausted. (✘_✘)
Beside them, a stooped old woman sat on a low stool. On the other side, a large man in armor was buried in a pile of documents, his quill racing over the paper with a scratching sound.
The player approached the large man first.
Uriel neither looked up nor stopped writing: "Hmm, a Tarnished? Please don't interrupt my work. Go see Enia..."
Had the player just been snubbed? So the player took the hint, turned around, and approached the old woman.
Enia the "Finger Reader Crone" raised her head, studied the Tarnished with cloudy eyes, and gave a toothless smile: "A newly arrived Tarnished? Oh, it has been so long since I last saw such an outstanding Tarnished..."
"The Fingers are very excited, too..."
The player