A cold morning breeze swept across the makeshift bed of leaves and cold grass, dampened by the morning dew, which Delwyn rested upon. He was not used to sleeping in such conditions. Not that he slept anymore as an undead. Indeed, his nights were long and dull. All Delwyn could do was stare up at the night sky and watch the pale red of dawn stretch over the horizon. Some of the others were already up and about, preparing to set off towards the Undead Burg. Memories of that accursed, hollow infested place sent a shiver down Delwyn's spine. Before he had mustered the courage to explore and find the Firelink Shrine, he had spent many a night huddle in any place he thought was free from hollows in the Burg. He scarcely wanted to return there, especially not with that unknown creature roaring in the distance. Yet he felt as though he had already overstayed his welcome at the Shrine. He wanted to go, but he was frightened. In his dismay, he turned to prayer. Resting by the worn statue of a deity who he was unfamiliar with, Delwyn knelt and began to silently pray. He didn't pray for himself, but rather for the safety of his wife and daughter back in Vinheim.

"Ah, young disciple of the Lords, here to ask for Lord Gwyn's blessing before heading out with the others?" The revered mother Jeanne of White spoke as Delwyn finished up his prayers. The young sorcerer stood up, immediately bowing in reverence to the religious figurehead.
"Mother Jeanne, please forgive my intrusion." At his words, the old lady smiled and placed her warm, gentle hands upon his head.
"The Gods are good to us for letting us wake another day. Pray tell, why are you wasting this blessing of a day here? You wouldn't want our Lord to think you ungrateful for his charity." She removed her hands, beckoning for Delwyn to stand. When he did, she passed him a small sack.
"Medicinal Herbs. They are poor substitute for the healing miracles bestowed upon me by Lord Gwyn, but they will do you good on your perilous journey. Now go, before the others leave you behind." The woman's words, though somewhat forceful, were kind and gave Delwyn a little bit more hope in what was to come. If the Gods themselves were truly watching over them, then perhaps their quest wasn't as impossible as Delwyn had thought. Perhaps he would get to see his family once more.

Quickly trotting along towards the group, Delwyn awkwardly stumbled his speech as he approached them before they departed.
"Uh, sorry to intrude. I'm afraid I'd feel rather unwelcome if I stayed at the shrine for too long. If it's of no trouble, I would be honored if you would allow me to accompany you to find the bell." He held up his sack of medicine to his chest, hoping it would make him seem a more desirable companion.