The years start comin’ and they don’t stop comin’

As Artorias caught his eye, the Warlord smiled and excused himself from the wolves around him. He followed after his Son in law and was struck -and not for the first time- that Resins son was not a child anymore. In truth, he hadn't been for some time now. Instead, he was the Warlord equal and a stable ruler in a world where leadership seemed to rise and fall so easily. More than that, Art was his friend and someone who understood the similar lose and burdens that they had both suffered through.


He followed after Art, heading to the waters edge, in a section that stood to the outskirts of the party. The noise of conversation, and children could still easily be heard. But a little muted, background ambience to the two leaders. "Artorias" he said warmly as he came to a stop. He leaned into the other wolfs side for a moment in an embrace then straightened again. "Thank you for making the journey, I'm glad your here" he said.