Dark Souls: A Solaire To Madness

"Right, so what do we do about getting out of here then?" Arias asked. "Without being in coffins, if at all preferable." Colvin said. Oscar smiled as he stood up and retook his helm from the ground; he wiped the dirt from the rim and placed it on his head, covering his jerky face as he did so. "Simple." He said. "We prepare to die." Colvin groaned.