Traveling through the inner reaches of the city of Anor Londo, you come upon a secret chamber located at the back of an immaculate marble room. The doorway is blocked by a thick ethereal fog gate that ebbs and flows with the slightest disturbance of the air, preventing nearly all sight through it. On the other side you can see the androgynous silhouette of a remarkably feminine body. But from the shape of their distinct Moonlight Crown you instantly recognize it. Dark Sun Gwyndolin, ruler of Anor Londo, son of Gwyn, the Lord of Sunlight. Thou... what bringest thou outside mine chambers? His voice is elegant, rich and beautiful, yet soft as a whisper. With all the confidence of a living god as he speaks in an older dialect used exclusively by the highest of royalty. Speak apace, mortal. Mine tolerance for foolishness is little...