You take a long trek out to Mistwood Ruins to visit your familiar acquaintance. Your heavy armour weighs down on you, making it difficult to manoeuvre along the field, his small camp slightly visible through the deep fog in the far distance.

After what felt like hours of trekking through treacherous moorland, you arrive at his camp.

"Greetings, Tarnished, I have been expecting you," Blaidd says. "I have prepared a teepee to accommodate you during your stay."

As he comes out from the teepee he strung up for you, the immediate thing that you can notice is that he is wearing nothing but a semi-modest pair of threadbare cloth briefs. His broad chest heaves as he stands up from the teepee, sweat running excessively down his exposed muscular torso and legs. The scent of pine and musk surrounds him, a primal aroma that seems to intensify as he moves closer.