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Long ago, in my homeland of Oolacile, I was beset by a creature of the Abyss.
I would have perished then, were it not for the great knight Artorias.
In truth, I saw little of what transpired, for mine senses were already fled!
But even still, there was something about Artorias… A certain balance of the humours…
…That quite perfectly fits your semblance. Heavens, could it be that…
Oh, dear me. That was Oolacile, many centuries ago. Please excuse my fanciful musings.
Cya around my fellow chosen undeads!