Attention!

Artorias saw the pained grimace on Sirius' features when he looked up to the Fatalis patriarch. He cringed inwardly, knowing full well that Seer had seen everything and was no doubt plotting out the best way to get rid of Artorias' body in a way that Tamsyn would never find him. The cool blue of Seer's eyes met his when he mentioned whatever disaster was going on, but the fatherly hardness didn't disappear from them, instead taking the backseat for a moment while he explained what was going on. There had been some sort of cataclysm with the pack's stores, goods and supplies had been damaged, and he was tasked to take an inventory of everything that was salvageable and everything that was a loss. That seemed easy enough to do, though since the nature of the disaster hadn't been mentioned, he did wonder what could have happened to eradicate the Armada's entire supply storage?

"Yes, sir," he responded plainly, finding comfort in shifting right into his dutiful and focused mode to accomplish his task. While Artorias got to his paws, Seer began to address Briar next, starting to give her instructions as well—then pausing and drifting off before asking his own daughter how old she was. Artorias hadn't moved yet, still acting as a buffer between Sirius and Briar. He had told Briar he would be here with her, and so long as she continued to use him for shelter, he would not betray her or leave her vulnerable. Artorias did, however, turn softened amber eyes back to Briar as well, alternating his gaze between his girlfriend and his godfather while they spoke. If she was going to get scolded for their actions, he was going to go up in flames with her.

"Artorias" | "Corbin"