Dark Souls - We Are Number One Here

He hands out the Cracked Red Eye Orbs with a flair,"Now sneak through the Parish, give the clerics a scare!Don't touch the bonfire! Don't look at the flame!We’re playing a different, more mischievous game."

They creep through the swamp where the poison runs deep,While the Maneater Mildred is fast in her sleep."Shh! Don't make a sound! Don't trigger the trap!" Step. The sound of a parry echoes like a thunderous clap. dark souls - we are number one

The fading fire crackles one last time. From the shadows of the Kiln, a familiar figure emerges—not a Lord of Cinder, but a trickster in stripes. He holds a chin of pure determination and a saxophone forged in the Abyss. He hands out the Cracked Red Eye Orbs