Ancient Relics

While Artorias took in the vast landscape all around them, he noted Briar coming up to his side to enjoy the views from their vantage point as well. Being this high up with clear, flat icy land all around them, one could see for miles around. It reminded him of their castle's walls and tower, able to see from one end of the Hallows to the other with ease. It made sense why this structure would be chosen by a pack; it offered a great defensible position against invading forces. "Everything here is so... geometric. Perfect," he noted in observation, looking around the deck of the ship again to the perfectly straight bridge rising above them from the deck, to the impeccably straight lines of the deck from bow to stern. "I wonder what it was used for..." The concept of ships wasn't unfamiliar to Artorias, but this one felt significantly different from the pirate ship he and Bowen had explored some seasons ago.

Turning his gaze back around, he noticed from the corner of his eye as Briar pulled her coat tighter around herself. A sudden gust of wind from their higher position on the open deck made him realize just how exposed to the elements they were up here. Realization dawned on his features. Giving his wife a gentle smile, he moved to nuzzle her neck and usher her back towards the way they'd come. "C'mon, let's start making our way back out. We've still got more to see." Secretly, it was Art's way of making sure he didn't make Briar too uncomfortable when she was the one going out of her way to explore these places with him. He'd be sure to thoroughly thaw her out once they got back to the Armada.

"Artorias Carpathius"