Hm. 'Cainhurst' sounds a bit like 'Cairm' but certainly not enough for Sylvain to say the two are related. And a castle doesn't quite describe the temples that dot the shadowy lands of Cairm.
Sylvain sets a hand on Ashe's back, noting how he seems to be in pain for a moment. The concern is plain on his face, and he leans a little closer.
"Well, this is the all of the known world. My world anyway. I'm starting to suspect you might be like one of my knights, Sirris, who hails from a country of another world called the Sunless Realms. I wonder if you might be a phantom, called here for some purpose."
Sylvain refolds the map, and sets it back into the old book.
"But you also must be exhausted. You seem a bit unwell, and I'd be a terrible host to make you suffer it on your feet. I... I apologize that this isn't precisely the most welcoming place. It's near impossible to reach Irithyll, so guests aren't exactly frequent. Still, I can make you a bed beside the fire, and make sure the sewers are locked up tightly so you won't bothered."
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Sylvain sets a hand on Ashe's back, noting how he seems to be in pain for a moment. The concern is plain on his face, and he leans a little closer.
"Well, this is the all of the known world. My world anyway. I'm starting to suspect you might be like one of my knights, Sirris, who hails from a country of another world called the Sunless Realms. I wonder if you might be a phantom, called here for some purpose."
Sylvain refolds the map, and sets it back into the old book.
"But you also must be exhausted. You seem a bit unwell, and I'd be a terrible host to make you suffer it on your feet. I... I apologize that this isn't precisely the most welcoming place. It's near impossible to reach Irithyll, so guests aren't exactly frequent. Still, I can make you a bed beside the fire, and make sure the sewers are locked up tightly so you won't bothered."