(Some time ago you found yourself pulled through space and time by the beastly hand of Manus into the past form of the Darkroot Garden and into the long lost land of Oolacile, now corrupted by the Abyss brought by Manus after his tomb was pillaged. You traversed the ancient land and fought against the living legend that was Artorias, after the Abyss took hold of him, before slaying him, and progressing to Manus; who you slew and saved Princess Dusk from. After returning to your own time you came across Dusk, in the Darkroot Garden)

Dusk of Oolacile: This may strike thine ear as somewhat peculiar, but...Long ago, in my homeland of Oolacile, I was beset by a creature from 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…Excuse me for such whimsical utterances. Only, it was so very odd...You, and Artorias. I owe my life to each of you. And each seem to share some resonance of sorts...Perhaps it is the nature of true greatness.