There are other of my peoples^[1] who yet survive in these lands^[2].

If the mood takes you when you meet one, then offer them some trade, won't you?

My people, wanderers all, have long been spurned by the grace of gold.

Which is why we cannot settle, but instead are forced into this pitiful, unceasing journey.

But thanks to that, things are not so different for us now, though the Elden Ring^[3] is shattered^[4].

I think this makes us kindred spirits of sorts Your people, the Tarnished^[5], and mine^[1].

Perhaps you don't need to hear this, but...

See that no harm comes to my kin. We have a saying, we wanderers.

Lament not your solitude. Expect no sympathy. No regard. Nothing. But if anyone dares harm us, show them no mercy.

That is our code, so to speak. Just the way we are. Deeply... unforgiving.