On second thought, you'd rather not get yourself killed. Even if there's a monster down there who deserves it, you doubt it's worth the risk at the moment. Besides, if they've been sealed away this long, what're the chances of them getting out anytime soon?
"Yeah, you're right," you say, noting the immediate relief from Hawkwood, "so instead why not check out what's down the hallway over there?" you suggest
"That would be a much less awful idea." Hawkwood nods. "First, however, we should probably do something about our injuries."
You look down at the puncture marks in your flesh. You may not be able to feel them, but you know that it would probably be better to do something about them now rather than later.
"Do you still have that Estus flask?" Hawkwood asks. You nod, and reach for the pouch Hawkwood found for you earlier. A moment later you pull out the orange flask.
"So how does this work exactly?" you ask.
"It's Estus, you drink it and it heals you. It's rather convenient, really." he responds.
Well, may as well give it a try. With a shrug, you uncork the flask, and take a sip out of the Estus flask. The liquid that comes out is... you're not sure how to describe it. It tastes like... warmth? That's the best way you could describe it, really. It's the same feeling one gets from laying in bed covered in blankets on a chilly evening, or lounging in front of a fireplace on a cold winter day, converted into taste form. It doesn't make much sense, but it's certainly a pleasant feeling. A moment later, you can confirm that most of your wounds have closed up now, and resume feeling in your chest once more.
Passing the flask to Hawkwood, you watch the process unfold yourself. He brings the flask to his lips, and you can see as the gouge in his side closes up, only the damage to his armor being proof that it was ever there at all.
"Wish I still had my old flask now, would certainly make this much easier." Hawkwood says with a sigh as he recorks the flask.
"What happened to it?" you glance at the flask in Hawkwood's hands. You hadn't noticed it before, but it looks absolutely ancient, covered in countless chips and cracks all over its surface. The fact that it can hold anything at all is bizarre with just how damaged it is.
"Hell if I know." He shrugs his shoulders as he passes you the flask back. You put it back in the pouch that Hawkwood found for you earlier. "I probably lost it in the Kiln, or some other such nonsense."
"What is this stuff anyhow?" you ask.
"What, Estus?" Hawkwood ponders for a moment before shrugging. "It's.. liquid fire or something along those lines. I'm not really sure of the specifics beyond knowing just how valuable it is, so be sure not to waste it."
Liquid fire? Well, it certainly explains the warmth, although you'd imagine if it were actual fire it wouldn't be healing you. Weird.
You and Hawkwood head down the hallway, and find yourselves in a storage room full of barrels that smell like... charcoal?
[Firebombs are fun kids: 77 + 0 = 77]
Which promptly explode right in front of you. You see a Hollow on the other side of the room, holding a couple of firebombs. When they realize they've been spotted, they draw their broken sword and make a mad dash towards you, before being promptly put down by a swipe from Hawkwood.
"That.. could have gone badly." you say. Taking a brief glance around the room, you find a couple of throwing knives, much like the ones you had stabbed into you a little bit ago. All together you are now the proud owner of 11 throwing knives. You're not sure what use you'll find for them, seeing as you can just make swords appear, but may as well.
As you enter the next room, you see another one of those Hollow thieves, this one with their face resting against the wall. They raise their head and look as you enter the room, first looking at you, then Hawkwood, then at you again, then promptly turning back around to resume staring at the wall.
"Please leave." you hear come from the Hollow, albeit significantly muffled. You look at Hawkwood, who just shrugs, and the two of you continue on.
You descend down a staircase, and find yourself returning back outside. At the bottom is a small open area outside of a small structure.
"Hello?" you hear a voice call out from inside the structure. You and Hawkwood share a glance, before you enter. Inside you find a cell that seems to only have a single occupant, a pale man wearing a strange hood over his head. Also in the room is a table with a few plates of rotten food, several melted candles, and a mug of a foul smelling drink that you'd guess used to be beer.
As you enter, he stands up and walks up to the cell bars, examining both you and Hawkwood. After a moment, he nods. "Ahh, you two aren't jailers are you?" The hooded man says, hands holding the bars of his cell. "No, no, you're from far away. And judging by the bell... You must be some of that unkindled ash. Remarkable. If that's true, then I have a favor to ask."
What do you do?
[] Agree to hear his request. You may as well.
[] You don't know who this guy is, he's locked up, and the first thing he asks is for you to do stuff for him? Are you really going to trust such a shady dude?
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