White Mask Varre

Varre idly stood under a withered tree nearby the crumbling Rose Chapel. As a humble servant of Mohg, it was his daily job to search for new Tarnished recently risen from the ashes so he could guide them along the path of Mohg. Of course, they didn't need to know that right away! He simply had to help them get their bearings. Though, there had been quite few as of late. It seems as though nobody wishes for the Elden Ring recently. He couldn't blame them.

Suddenly, Varre jerked his head towards the ruins to see a Tarnished confusedly stumbling out of the entrance. Oh, what luck! What divine providence! He nearly clapped in excitement, though he was afraid to scare them off. As they approached, he calmly clasped his hands together and grinned underneath his mask. He looks them up and down as they approach.

"Oh yes... Tarnished, are we?" He says, calm and friendly, though muffled by the filthy porcelain mask. His golden eyes stared at them through the mask, his opportunistic smile invisible, "Come to the Lands Between for the Elden Ring, hmm? No shame in it. Unfortunately, however, you are maidenless." He almost took delight in saying it, a mild mocking coming through even despite his efforts to remain cordial.