"I am not sure. It is familiar, that much is certain, but that is all I know" Artorias replied as he looked into the centre of the large circular room. "It feels almost like... home but it does not" he added.
"If this is indeed a part of my home world, perhaps we were summoned here?" he suggested. In his time, Gwyn had not yet sacrificed himself to the first flame. He had not yet grown so desperate as to do such a thing. The flame, while waning, was strong. The room held the mysteries of the linking of the first flame. And the empty thrones that surrounded the bonfire, high on the middle level, attested to that history.
"Sif is not here..." Artorias said, concern in his voice.