Let's Play a Drinking Game

Artorias was beginning to think that perhaps this was a waste of time when Artisan refused to acknowledge any of the things around him. He moved like a zombie, just shuffling through the movements that Art led him through. He couldn't even tell if the pirate was listening to him or not, but judging by the way he glared at him, Art had to assume he was—just not willingly. The smaller wolf corrected him that his position was a hostage before pushing past him to grab a horseshoe. Artorias just bit back a sigh and continued munching on berries, watching while Artisan picked up a horseshoe and took a half-hearted throw that landed the metal U nowhere near the target. It clattered across the stone floor before coming to a stop underneath another table. Blue lips pursed into a fine line; he knew exactly what point Artisan was trying to make loud and clear.

"Never mind, I guess you're shit at games too," the Aegis remarked with heavy sarcasm in his voice. Stepping up to the mark, Artorias picked up one of the horseshoes, getting a good grip on it before taking aim. He threw it with all his might, but it turned out to be a bit too much as the horseshoe sailed over the stake, clattering to the floor just beyond it. "So you're not a fighter and you're not good at games," Artorias mused while he stepped back to allow Artisan to go again. "Guess I'll just have to ask you what you are good at when I hit that stake."

"Artorias Carpathius" | "Carpathian" | "Corbin" | "Argent"