When first met
A pleasure to make thine acquaintance, Ashen One.
I am but a humble handmaid of the Shrine.
Weapons, armor, trinkets and spells…
I've lots of little things to ease the burden of a weary traveler.
… and yes, I am Undead too, but not so charitable as to give my goods away.
Ashen One, fetch souls and bring them to me.
As is thy wont, no?
Knowest thou of that soppy gossip?
That cordial intrusion layeth the path to embers.
And so thou art in need of a soapstone, ashen one.
Then thy pockets will o'erflow with souls to trade to me.
When greeted
Ah, well met Ashen One. How may I be of service?
"Talk" command
Ashen One, if my wares are not to thy satisfaction, bring me Umbral Ash.
With ash, I'll fashion new wares.
Is it not our sorry fate to sup on death?
When leaving
Ashen One, be sure to bring more souls.
When given Dreamchaser's Ashes
Ashen One, what woeful umbral ash is this.
This barren dust, stuff of a fool, won't yield aught.
Where did'st thou happen upon this stuff? Tell me, for the sport.
Choosing "tell her where you found the ash":
Oh, yes, I see…
Clinging to lofty dreams in this dying world…more's the pity.
It must come from one most foolish indeed
Woudl'st thou not agree?
Choosing "say nothing":
Little time for japery, hmm…
When given the ashes of a NPC killed by the player
Gracious. Passing fine ash thou'st given.
And awfully warm, at that.
Almost as if it had lived, mere moments ago…
Oh, forgive an old woman's idle prate.
I'm sure an ashen one such as thee would never indulge such base contrivances…"
When given the ashes of an NPC found dead by the player
Well, well, what warm umbral ash have we here.
It's as if thy fate were with death entwined…
But take no note of me, thy business is thine own.
As by now thou surely knowest,
there is little I love more than a gratuity of souls…
When given ashes
Gracious. Passing fine ash thou'st given.
Let this ash bestow nourishment.
I only hope these new wares content thee…
Well, fancy that.
A lost lamb wandereth in, with nary a peep from the bell.
Well, thou shouldst my purpose know.
What can this old handmaid provide thee?
To skirt the curse's grasp…
…tarry not for long.
Tis dark for now, and not a soul stirs.
But remember, fires are known to fade in quiet.
Or perhaps thou'rt captive already.
Like that poor girl.
Best not tarry long.
If the player talks to her for the first time ever in Untended Graves, she has a unique greeting in Firelink Shrine
Oh, thou'rt…
Oh, no, 'tisn't anything, Ashen One.
I am but a humble handmaid of the Shrine.
Weapons, armor, trinkets and spells. I've lots of little things to ease the burden of a weary traveler.
And yes, I'm undead too, but not so charitable as to give my goods away.
Ashen One, fetch souls and bring them to me. As is thy want, no?
When damaged
Stop that!
When killed in Firelink Shrine
Vile brute. I'm but a poor old woman…
When talking to her after killing her in Firelink Shrine
Laughs
A malicious sort, thou art.
But, marvel on. Remember well, I am Undead.
Bound forever by the shrine's curse…
Well, little sense in timidity now.
I'll have thee for all thou'rt worth…