Chess, Not Checkers

Artorias was thrilled with the idea of getting to share a drink with Sirius as they spent some time together. He had already looked up to the Warlord like a de facto father figure in his life, and this seemed like another coming of age rite of passage, getting to participate in adult activities. Sirius asked if Tamsyn considered him old enough to drink and he nodded once. "Well, she didn't tell me anything about not drinking, so I'd say it's fine," he replied with an equally roguish grin. His mother was very lenient with him and his siblings. He was allowed to travel alone and carry a sword, so how much more dangerous could a drink be? Besides, he'd already gotten high once, albeit unintentionally. How different could this be?

The young wolf followed his host closely, taking in the sights of the Armada lands as they walked together. It had been so long since he'd been in the tall grasses of the vast plains, but there was something familiar about them that made it feel almost like a home. "How have things been around the Armada?" He hadn't gotten a chance to talk to Seer much at the Ashen festival and he was more than happy to get to spend time with his godfather and mentor again.

"Artorias"