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So stunned had Artorias been by the sight of the mass grave that Ciaran's voice started him back into reality when his son spoke. Dammit, he really didn't want Ciaran to have to see this, but it was far too late for that now. Kea's words of sympathy confused his sire at first, but when Art realized why Kea was saying them, he just pursed his lips and shook his head. "This isn't them," he explained simply to his som, looking over the bodies once more. "Chimera was our size, and none of these bodies are close to dire wolf height. His queens were small things too, some smaller than these poor souls." No, these were not the remains of Fenmyre. But Artorias did know whose remains they were... at least somewhat vaguely. Seeing what Chimera had done to his slaves angered the Aegis. He had tried to turn a blind eye to Fenmyre's practices, deeming their business to be their own, but knowing now that Chimera had chosen to execute his slaves before his departure instead of releasing them or selling them off offended the Carpathian man to his very core.

"Let's keep moving," Artorias said rather curtly, nudging Ciaran's shoulder with his own to usher him away from the gruesome spectacle. Neither of them needed to see any more of this. When they were a good distance away from the slaughter, he would explain to his son. "Fenmyre was in the practice of owning slaves. Chimera would use them for his own gratification. I didn't think he'd murder them all when the pack fell apart though..." The topic of slave ownership was a hot issue around the world. Some packs practiced it regularly; others condemned it. The Hallows had never been in the belief of owning another wolf, though he knew at least a couple of their allies were. That was their business, and what they did behind closed doors was for them alone. This discovery did make Artorias question if perhaps the Armada and Ashen were guilty of purges of their own though...

"Artorias Carpathius"