Lets call it educational

Artorias looked back to Sirius along with Absinthe when he heard the short cough the older wolf made, giving him a confused and questioning look. Sirius mentioned that Artorias was a little young for that sort of thing, which just raised more questions in Artorias' mind. Too young? What was he too young for? Was he missing something here? He looked between Absinthe and Sirius when the former apologized for... actually, he didn't know what the apology was for. What had Absinthe done? Artorias was very lost to the true meaning of the two wolves' words. "You have nothing to be sorry for, Absinthe. You're doing your job," he said in hopes of reassuring the submissive male for whatever offense he felt he'd committed. He was still curious about what intentions the two wolves referred to that seemed to startle Seer so much.

He followed Absinthe to the base of the mountain and up a path worn in the cliffside, gazing out over the western ocean and the black sands along its shore. Again, Artorias glanced over the two guards at the mouth of a cave, noting the seriousness on each wolf's expression. They eyed him cautiously, no doubt due to the sword slung across his back, and he tipped his head in greeting to them. Security was not lacking here, and Art silently wondered just how big of an operation this was if it required this many guards. Their host led them into the cave, Artorias pausing for a beat to allow his eyes to adjust to the dim light, then waited for Absinthe to begin leading them into the market proper. Here, Artorias took a moment to absorb the scene. A large cavern, makeshift stalls set up around its space with goods strewn about their surfaces, wolves loitering beside them poised to sell their wares. It was a curious sight, one Artorias had not expected, but it showed him just how well run and organized this business was. It was impressive.

At Absinthe's urging, Artorias nodded to dismiss the smaller wolf. Idalia. That was the name of the wolf he had in mind to sell to the young Carpathius lad. Artorias tossed the name about in his head a couple of times, wondering just what the wolf who possessed the name would look and be like. What would she sound like? What would she smell like? Where had her life gone to lead her to this moment? Artorias was the curious sort of boy, the one who sought answers to everything. Idalia felt like a key component to a world he was just beginning to understand. "Thank you, Absinthe." Artorias waited until their host had begun to walk away before turning towards the stalls, mostly eyeing the wares to kill time. He subtly leaned back towards Sirius, still trying to maintain his stolid expression despite his anxiousness. "How am I doing?" he whispered to his godfather, the first drop of his measured composure since they'd arrived.

"Artorias Carpathius"