[He notices her attire, and finds it very odd indeed, not quite like anything Artorias has seen. He wonders what kingdom she hails from -- one very far away from Lordran, apparently.
That, or he's the one who's been pulled to a land far, far away. That would make more sense, because he's not aware of any insanely complex hedge mazes in Anor Londo, much less anywhere else he can think of. And so, it prompts his next question:]
My name is Artorias. May I ask who you are, and where you hail from?
A pleasure, Bazett. [It's a strange name, but not the strangest that he's come across in this day of strange things. Not to mention he's never heard of Ireland. The name makes it sound like a very angry place, but he bites his tongue, deciding not to comment.]
I've not tried, no. I'm no pyromancer, and I've not found a torch.
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That, or he's the one who's been pulled to a land far, far away. That would make more sense, because he's not aware of any insanely complex hedge mazes in Anor Londo, much less anywhere else he can think of. And so, it prompts his next question:]
My name is Artorias. May I ask who you are, and where you hail from?
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[One name should be fine, a full name isn't necessary.]
And if you're asking of my place of origin, that would be Ireland. I was in another country recently though.
[She goes towards one of the bushes and flicks it with her finger. It seems normal enough?]
Have you tried burning this down yet?
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I've not tried, no. I'm no pyromancer, and I've not found a torch.