A Fresh Start

In the aftermath of the fall of Ashen, Artorias had wondered where many of the Klein family had disseminated out to. Many had made their way up north to Elysium he had heard, and Sitri had of course made his way into the Hallows' fold to be with Dusk. Artorias was happy to have the young man as part of his pack; the lad came from good stock, had a good head on his shoulders and a kind heart, and he made his daughter happy. What more could a proud, overprotective father ask for? That's why it didn't come as much of a shock to the Lord of Cinder when he heard a howl summoning him to the borders. Setting down his tools while he quenched a fresh Carpathian steel blade in a barrel of water, Art headed out of the castle in the direction of the voice.

When he arrived at the border, he found a wolf he had met only once before, but remembered in an instant. Venom and Maverick's daughter, Rebel. He greeted the Klein princess with a welcoming smile, taking note of the bags of belongings she had with her. It didn't take Sherlock Holmes to figure out why she was at his borders today. "Good day, Miss Rebel! Forgive the soot and sweat, I've been in the armory all day," he greeted her, waving her in across the border as he finished his approach. "I'm guessing by the bags, you're here looking to see if we have any vacancy for one of our closest family friends?"

"Artorias" | "Carpathian"