An evening of peace

The Warlord gave a warm laugh, taking another sip of his beer. “I’ll never regret the curiosity of a child” he countered. The Warlord had definitely discovered a love for tutoring and nurturing that had surprised even himself. He found himself looking back at Artorias as he spoke of his mother. Moving the pack told Seer exactly which mother he spoke, and a wistfulness entered the Warlords expression. He missed Resin deeply, and he hadn’t heard Art talk of her for a while.

“I know the feeling, I wanted the same for the Armada” He agreed, voice a little softer. They had needed some breathing room, and that was exactly what Seer had gotten them. “I think the Hallows is exactly where it’s supposed to be. That castle suits you so well I couldn’t imagine thinking of the Hallows and not picturing it” he explained. He wondered if the Armada would have a similar image in their future. As the snowy peaks of the Col became their home. He laughed at Art’s mention of Briar. “You should take her to the baths, I think the two of you would much enjoy a soak in them” he said with a grin.


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