Let's Play a Drinking Game

Artorias was really making an effort here, and that'd be fine and all if he hadn't gone and kidnapped the wolf he was trying to now befriend. Artisan retrieved another u-shaped piece of metal, feeling the weight of it in his maw and where he may need to throw it to hit the mark. "My name is Artisan." He offered begrudgingly - after all, the Pirate's simply refrained from sharing nicknames, there was no rule about divulging your given one. Hell, he wasn't even sure yet if he'd play along and be truthful even if the King hit the spike first.

He eyed the healing wound at the back of the man's wrist and shrugged. "We could have taken turns sticking things into each other but you had to go and ruin it with your overreaction." His grumbled reply came. Artisan tossed the metal, then helped himself to another drink when it missed.

"Speech"