Redmane Freyja

Thank you, Sir Ansbach.

The mere sight of your blade sets my heart aflutter.

All the more I yearn to crush it in my grasp!

I am the Redmane, Freyja.

The time has come.

There can only be one lord.

And you are not worthy.

You were fine...in your part...

Truly, a glorious battle...it was...

I offer this fight...

To Miquella the Kind. And Rada...

I could not hope for a worthier foe.

This is our moment. Let's make it something to remember.

I never could have imagined it.

That you might be the Erdtree's rightful lord.

Ha ha ha... Such as it is, this battle could not be more fitting.

For the birth of a new god, and the coming of a lord!

Ahh, Lady Leda spoke of you.

You're that Tarnished. Guided here by Kindly Miquella. Weren't we all.

I am Freyja. I once fought alongside General Radahn.

In battle, you can be sure I'll hold my own.

Oh, another thing.

Did you speak to our dour little friend?

If you've yet to do so, have him give you a map of the crosses' whereabouts.

You'll find more of them dotted about these lands.

They are Miquella the Kind's footprints.

In battle, you can be sure I'll hold my own.

If you've yet to do so, be sure to have our dour little friend share his map of crosses.

Assuming you intend to trace Kind Miquella's path...

Ah, Lady Leda spoke of you.

You're that Tarnished. Guided here by Kindly Miquella. Weren't we all.

I am Freyja. I once fought alongside General Radahn.

You demonstrated great valour in battle.

It heartens me, that another warrior stands among us. Among the beckoned.

Ah, well met.

That was a fine battle indeed.

It heartens me, that another warrior stands among us. Among the beckoned.

May we meet again on the battlefield, brave warrior.

Long ago, I was stricken by scarlet rot in the Swamp of AeoniaLandmark.

Immobile, feverish, and in great pain, I was entirely resigned to death.

I was left behind, and only Kindly Miquella was good enough to seek me out.

My wound was swollen and festering—exuding a most pungent odour—

and yet he drained the poison from it.

...Despite my wretched visage.

Now, I consider this wound my compass.

Let us both take Kindly Miquella's guidance to heart.

May we meet again on the battlefield, brave warrior.

Do you wonder why the eternally dour fellow keeps his distance?

He's one of the tower's hornsent.

I can only assume he fights for his own reasons, and carries his own burdens.

But we needn't concern ourselves with his affairs.

He, too, was charmed by Kindly Miquella, and guided here.

And that makes us allies.

We're not gods, you and I. Even if we did manage to dig up the secrets of his past...

I doubt our meddling could ever amount to much.

Ah, Lady Leda spoke of you.

You're that Tarnished. Guided here by Kindly Miquella. Weren't we all.

I am Freyja. I once fought alongside General Radahn.

You picked quite the time to show up, with the enchantment having faded...

No matter. If you happen to see Lady Leda,

tell her that I'm striking out on my own.

Don't worry. I've no mind to cross any of you.

The guidance of Kind Miquella remains etched into my very flesh.

It's only, there's something that I must know.

Ahh, Lady Leda spoke of you.

You're that Tarnished. Guided here by Kindly Miquella. Weren't we all.

I am Freyja. I once fought alongside General Radahn.

You demonstrated great valour in battle.

But this wasn't the best time to show up, now the enchantment's faded...

No matter. If you happen to see Lady Leda,

tell her that I'm striking out on my own.

Don't worry. I've no mind to cross any of you.

The guidance of Kind Miquella remains etched into my very flesh.

It's only, there's something that I must know.

Oh, there you are.

Good. If you happen to see Lady Leda,

tell her that I'm striking out on my own.

Don't worry. I've no mind to cross any of you.

The guidance of Kind Miquella remains etched into my very flesh.

It's only, there's something that I must know.

I'll be out on my own for some time.

There's something I must know.

Kindly Miquella spoke...

of the vow he once made with General Radahn.

And...it is here the vow shall be honoured.

I am a Redmane.

I must know the nature of the vow.

There is no need for concern.

I will be true to my word.

Though I do feel a hint of regret.

Lady Leda and honourable Ansbach are of a special breed.

How glorious it would have been, had we met in battle as sworn enemies.

There is no need for concern.

I will be true to my word.

Though I do feel a hint of regret.

Lady Leda, honourable Ansbach, and warriors like you, are all of a special breed.

How glorious it would have been, had we met in battle as sworn enemies.

Thank you. Now I've finally cast off my misgivings.

Give my regards to honourable Ansbach.

Tell him if we should meet in battle,

to face your bow would be fine enough, but to face your blade would be an honour.

Brave warrior. Perhaps next time we, too, will meet on the battlefield.

All that remains is the fight. For our Kind Miquella.

Are you done?

Kindly Miquella's enchantment has expired.

It can be disorientating, to say the least.

Oh. Hello.

I'm afraid I'm busy.

...A curse upon my lack of foresight.

I should have asked Ansbach to impart his knowledge when I had the chance.

I'm afraid I'm busy.

Truly, I should have asked Ansbach to impart his knowledge when I had the chance.

From Sir Ansbach, to me?

What on earth could it...

Oh...? Hmm...?

Yes, of course, I see.

As the festival of war concluded, General Radahn's soul met an honourable end.

But Kindly Miquella wishes to revive it.

...Which is fine by me.

I know it would pain old Jerren, but war has always suited General Radahn best.

And certainly far more than any honourable death.

Endless war to invigorate the soul.

As befits General Radahn, the great lion.

What a pitiful place to meet your end.

A warrior should know—any fight might be your last.

Ngh!

What's the matter with you?

Looking for a fight, are you.

Fine by me.

Those squirmy little letters were driving me mad.

And I've vigour to spare.

Looking for a fight, are you.

Haven't you any patience whatsoever?

No matter. I could do with a warm-up.

What's the matter with you...

Lady Leda, beware.

Hmm, let me see...

Fickle, fidgety little letters.

I should wipe you clean off the page.

By my lord...

Will I ever make sense of this jumble?

Ahh... Now, now, Freyja. Don't let it rile you up.

Take it slow, take it slow.