If you keep your wits about you, you might even see fair Anor Londo. Your journey will no doubt take you far, lad. Perhaps it will be you who is the Chosen Undead, hmm? But do not let the words of a tired old man dampen your spirits. I would bet my old sword that those Bells are but rumors, made by the desperate to kindle even the spark of hope. In all the time I?ve been here I?ve seen scores of undead like you try to ring those bells. The Bells of Awakening? Pah, a fool?s errand, that. Perhaps that?s why I got to be so old, ha ha! No need to bow, lad, I was never a great knight?my sword arm was strong, true, but I never had the brave heart of a true knight. Once I rode under the banner of the great lords of Anor Londo, but that is all in the past now.
It?s safe here?or at least, it?s as safe here as anywhere will ever be in these dark times. Come, sit, warm yourself by the bonfire and rest. Ah, new here aren?t you, lad? Ha ha, worry not, I?m no mind-reading sorcerer, every new face around here comes from the asylum nowadays.
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