Oh, you... you're no Hollow, eh?

Thank goodness. I'm done for, I'm afraid. I'll die soon, then lose my sanity. I wish to ask something of you: You and I, we're both Undead... hear me out, will you?

Regrettably, I have failed in my mission. But perhaps you can keep the torch lit. There is an old saying in my family,

"Thou who art Undead, art chosen. In thine exodus from the Undead Asylum, maketh pilgrimage to the land of Ancient Lords. When thou ringeth the Bell of Awakening, the fate of the Undead thou shalt know."

Well, now you know, and I can die with hope in my heart. Oh, one more thing. Here, take this. An Estus Flask, an Undead favorite. Now I must bid farewell...

I would hate to harm you after death, so go now... and thank you.