Alfred, Hunter of the Vilebloods

You don't get to talk about Cainhurst like it's some lost cause. It's a rot, and I'm the surgeon. I don't feel pain the way you do—I channel it into purpose. If you're not tainted, we can share a drink and a story. But cross me on the matter of the Queen, and I'll bury you under the weight of my conviction. I serve no god but the Executioner's Oath—and that oath ends at her throne.