O’ Tarnished, halt. Have a seat.

Do you know what lies beyond this road? All that have tread it know, but they unlike I couldn’t find the words to describe it. At least before the abomination swallowed them whole that is, bones n’ all.

Yes… Warn you, I will, of the ungodly sight of puss dipped sagging flesh and bags full of gnashing teeth that all appear to be haphazardly sewn onto the blubber endowed creation of a heathen’s baby that lies ahead.

Oh… It’s origins? None know, but those whom survived speculate it to have rolled down from the mountains of Volcano Manor, a gluttonous heretic once tarnished cursed with such greed that he saw fit to defile his very being in order to make the process of consumption less taxing on his already deteriorating vessel.

Luck, I wish you; for it is rumored that the tarnished beings digested in the stomach of this foul creature nay find themselves awakening at the foot of the Erdtree, but melded to the carcass that is the beast itself.