She a tad more agile than she looked, but it wasn't much trouble for you and Oscar to cut her down.
You gained some Humanity from her death.
You've been sacked, Miss Mildred.
Afterwards, you freed the hooded-man from the barrel.
Eaten in the literal-sense or the figurative-sense?
Laurentius: "...Th-thank you. I would have been her supper without you. Being eaten alive! I shudder to think... Thank you, thank you dearly. I am Laurentius, of the Great Swamp. I will not forget my debt to you."
Oscar: "Glad to be of help."
Chosen Undead: "...What were you doing here?"
Laurentius: "Oh, when I had turned Undead, I thought it was a good opportunity as any other to head for Lordran... You see, people like to call the Great Swamp the Homeland Of Pyromancy because of Salaman... but word is that Salaman had learned his Pyromancy from someone else..."
Oscar: "...You mean, the Witch Of Izalith and her Daughter Of Chaos?"
Laurentius: "Right. Back in the Great Swamp, people call them the Godmothers Of Pyromancy. But nobody outside the Great Swamp really thinks that way, people don't exactly take too kindly to Pyromancers either... Uh, anyways, I was thinking that if I went to City Of Izalith, I could find a way to improve my pyromancy..."
Chosen Undead: "...Then you got stuffed into a barrel."
Laurentius: "Right... I was lucky to have you two passed by when you did. Say, what are you two even doing here?"
Oscar: "We are on a quest to the ring the Bells Of Awakening."
Laurentius: "Bells? More than one?"
Oscar: "There are apparently two and one can be found in Blighttown."
Laurentius: "Blighttown? Oh, say, you two won't mind if I tag along, will you? Heard you could find an entrance to Izalith nearby there, so... I won't drag you two down, promise! I can fight with my pyromancy! That'd be handy firepower for warriors like you, right?"
A pyromancer would be handy but Laurentius didn't look or sound all too assuring.
[X] Let him join, but ask him for a spare pyromancy flame.
You allowed Laurentius to join, but only after he handed over a Pyromancy Flame.
He gladly gave both you and Oscar a spare, though Oscar didn't seem to have any use for it.
As you stuffed your copy away, you noticed that you already had an Ascended Pyromancy Flame. Now, where did that come from? Oh well, the more the merrier!
DARK SOULS LOW BUDGET QUEST
You descended further into the building, passing through a flooded area, which somehow eventually led into a sewer of some kind.
Chosen Undead: "...I hate this place already."
Laurentius: "Fouler than the Great Swamp."
Twists and turns. Poisonous giant rats. Slimes dropping from the ceiling. Knee-high gunk. Holes in the path. Traversing the place was just as annoying as it was disgusting.
The enemies were easily dealt with fire but the burning scent was quite sickening even with an Undead's numbed senses.
Eventually, you came upon a dead-end, where the only path was to go down the giant slide.
ゴゴゴゴゴゴMENACINGゴゴゴゴゴゴ
Oscar: "There must be another way down."
Laurentius: "Safer too."
Chosen Undead: "...Slide the ride."
You fearless slid down into a lower-level, spraying gunk everywhere upon your landing.
Chosen Undead: "...Oh sh-"
It need not be said what happened when Oscar and Laurentius dropped next to you. Laurentius, to his misfortune, was chucking out mouthfuls. Oscar and you were more fortunate, however, cleaning the inside of your armors was going to be highly unpleasant.
Hypno Toad's estranged cousin.
You were then quickly attacked by a gang of chicken-lizard-frog things; Basilisks would be their proper name. They were extremely dangerous for being quite agile and able to spew a noxious gray-cloud that could petrify their foes. The narrowing space made it even harder to maneuver away from their stone-cold attacks.
Luckily, between the three of you, the Basilisk did not last long enough to be a problem. The rather fragile beasts died in droves.
Down the passageway, you heard the footsteps of someone escaping but there wasn't much point in giving chase. That person was likely long gone now.
DARK SOULS LOW BUDGET QUEST
Your group took a quick break to cleanse themselves before continuing.
Entering a big room, you could see a giant hole that was barred from entry.
A strange man was sitting nearby to it.
Fabulous!!!
Stranger: "Aye, siwmae. And good day to you. I'm Domhnall of Zena. Fancy meeting people here, a group at that, not many come down here."
Laurentius: "I wonder why."
Oscar: "What are you doing here?"
Domhnall: "I'm just, well, a peddler, of sorts. I absolutely adore trinkets and oddities, so I came here trade for them. Didn't find many buyers though. Would any of you three have anything interesting to trade?"
He wares seems to be that of Gold, Charcoal, and Rotten Pine Resins. They were balms that could be applied to a weapon to give it a temporary element.
[ ] Move On - Break the gate. Deeper into the depths.
[ ] Yes - Interesting stuff to give.
-[ ] Um what to trade?
[ ] No - Just buy stuff with Souls.
-[ ] What Pine Resins?
[X] Use our Soapstone to write 'Authentic Chosen Undead Merchandise' on a nearby brick. After all, we're the freaking Chosen Undead. Official merchandise from us would hold value through the ages.
-[X] Trade it for some fancy shmancy something.