Oswald seemed to find their awkward shuffling and stumbling amusing. He canted his head ever so slightly to the side, his grin ever in place, his hands still raised at his sides as if he were actively praying. Alej wouldn't doubt that he actually was, but he knew next to nothing about this type of thing. Being someone who clerics would actively call a witch. Internally he snickered at the thought, but on the outside he remained placid and wary, with only the slightest grimace on his pretty face. Oswald chuckled again. "I see. I must say, I have admiration for thine confidence. A world without the light of the Gods, for me, would be rather dull, and... frightening. But, be it not me who stops thee. I give thee my blessings, and invite you to return to me, should you have need for it." He gave another off-putting chuckle, before turning his head downward, closing his eyes as if he were returning to fully focusing on prayer. Alej glanced uneasily to Amelia, then shrugged. "We thank you for your blessings... Farewell, clergyman." The mage casts Amelia another look before he swiftly exits the Bell Tower, breathing a sigh as he returned to the cool air outside of the stone walls. He looked to Amelia with a raised brow as he continued walking, falling back into step beside her. "Hmph... Clerics," he scoffed idly, absentmindedly rubbing at some dried blood under his eye, wincing at the rawness of touching his burnt-but-healing skin. "I'd really like to leave his place now."
As the two of them entered back into Firelink Shrine, Alej instantly noticed a stark difference in the atmosphere, and the people. For one thing, there were many more of them, scattered loitering about the place, murmuring in twos and threes, or skulking by themselves and watching. Alej felt his dark skin prickle, disliking the sudden popularity of the place, though it was obvious why this had happened. The Bell had woken everyone from here to Anor Londo, it seemed, and brought them to see what the ruckus was. While Alej was usually used to being alone, he had to admit the presence of Amelia in this crowded and suddenly tense area was a comfort. He didn't like it at the same time-- didn't like the idea of relying on someone. But it was... nice, all the same. Alej liked Amelia, he found. She was a chivalrous Knight, at the least, and Alej could certainly respect her for that.
He almost wanted to whisper to Amelia, ask her what the hell she felt about this tense shift in Firelink's atmosphere, but he did not want to draw any attention whatsoever to them as they made their way to Frampt. Still, he can't help but to catch eyes with a few of those who are openly staring. Mostly the ones who stare are those sitting by themselves, some near the Bonfire, and some in the shadows. Many of the gazes that meet him are suspicious, wary, or outright hostile, but it is the one friendly gaze that causes him brief pause. The eyes are a light, baby blue, on the face of a man whose helm has been removed and placed beside him. He sits near the Bonfire, elbows resting on his knees, head slightly lowered so his short chestnut hair falls across his forehead. Alej stares back at him for a moment, narrowing his eyes. He's shocked when the man outright smiles at him. A small, close-mouthed smile, but a smile nonetheless. Alej's brows furrow with a scowl, and he rips his eyes away from the man. What the hell was wrong with him?
Alej shook his head in mild annoyance as he continued on to enter the Shrine where Frampt was. The giant serpent was sleeping, his head lulled forward, large mouth with clacking teeth hanging open. Alej halted before the serpent, brows furrowing even further. "Kingseeker Frampt?" Nothing. "Kingseeker!" Silence. Alej looked to Amelia, an expression of vague annoyance crossing his face as he crossed his arms. He was suddenly aware of where all his clothing was ripped and tattered, reminding him of the need to stock up and repair before the two of them head underground.
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Physical Appearance: Galehaut is a tall and sturdily built man, caucasian with deeply suntanned skin, baby blue eyes, a strong nose and jaw, and plush lips to form an overall handsome and attractive young face. His hair is chestnut brown, and closely cropped, and stubble adorns his face. He has the appearance of someone kind and trustworthy, yet also strong and capable.
Background: Galehaut was an ambitious young boy who grew up amongst royalty and high status in Lordran. However, as he grew up, he was constantly kept from high status himself, screwed over by the customs of the courts. Eventually he became resentful and became a rogue knight as the Darkness began to infiltrate the Light, destroying the customs of royalty and high status. He fell into communication with those who wish to help bring about the Dark Age, and now is one of those who won't hesitate to destroy those who seek to rekindle Lordran. He has become sneaky and deceptive in the way he forms relationships with people, looking for intel to bring back to Dark supporters.
Personality: Galehaut is a quiet but easygoing man, his voice a gruff rumble that could be reassuring to those who trust him, and intimidating to those who don't. He smiles often, and is very mild-mannered, polite and courteous, with a hint of carefree humour, and endless amounts of calm confidence.
Abilities: Strong and agile with heavy weaponry. Manipulative bastard.
Weaknesses: Low defense against magic. Could get added to later.
Armour: Knight's set
Weapons: Greatsword, Eagle shield