Marvelous misadventure

Studying the strange glyphs and wallpaintings, Artorias began to notice the quirk in the room's architecture, his eyes following the markings to the gap in the wall. His eyes widen in surprise as he makes his way over to the space, studying it closer. Perhaps he and the nameless stranger could squeeze their way through here? "Hey, I think I found a way out over here!" he called back to the wolf, not wanting to leave her behind. Art squeezed his way through first, both to ensure that she would be able to fit through behind him and also to make sure there were no dangers ahead of them. Once he made his way through, he found a bag abandoned on the ground. Artorias scooped it up, slinging it around his neck for safekeeping.

On the other side of the ice wall, Artorias gawked at the dilapidated hallway, looking like an earthquake had rocked the structure to its core. With cautious paws he approached the cracked and crumbling floor, scanning their environment for any safe paths forward. No way really seemed safe; it was more or less like choosing the least worst option. There was a tunnel at the other end of the hallway, and though the path looked perilous at best and foolhardy at worst, Art knew there was no way back anyway. They had to keep pushing forward. Looking back at his guide, Art murmured a quick, "Let me go first. Make sure it's safe." Then he began to proceed as carefully as he could, relying on the deftness of his paws and his years of navigating tricky terrains to help guide them through.

CHOICE MADE: DEXTERITY

"Artorias Carpathius" | "Carpathian"