Some Rest For the Weary

[golemsbane]

[Near the damaged remains of Alanjeh Castle, Tarkus is sitting. . .without his armor! This is quite a rare thing indeed. . .but his helmet is still on. How strange. Instead of his usual attire, he's sporting a suit of simple chain mail, covering his arms and legs, and some shoes made out of hard leather. All of his armor and his greatsword and shield are before him, as well as his box. He's holding a piece of grey soapstone in his hand, rubbing it on one of his sabatons, trying to polish it. His hands are rather red from the contact burn, and he's humming to himself. Apparently it's not bothering him that much. . .]

Armor needed aught in terms of maintence. . .Ah, but I'd polish all the armor in Lordran, and it would do nothing to dampen my spirits!

[He seems quite happy about something. . .]