Here on buisness

Basilisk welcomed him with the same polite formalities, and then brought up a matter he wished to discuss before addressing why he had come all the way to Auster. Artorias tipped his head curiously and sat across from the Warlord, listening intently while he spoke. The more Basilisk spoke, the more Artorias' brows narrowed and the darker his eyes became. One of the Fatalis wolves was getting into bed with the Syndicate? Did Sirius know of this? Concerning questions rose in his mind, but he didn't give voice to any of them yet while Bas was speaking.

Once he had said his piece, Artorias pursed his lips and nodded his head. He understood. But just because he understood did not mean he agreed with that way of thinking. "Thank you for sharing that information with me, Basilisk," Artorias responded, impassive and as neutral as he could manage. His words were carefully measured, betraying none of the suspicion lingering in his mind at Basilisk’s conflicting words. "I don’t envy you having to navigate those waters, especially if family is involved. One of your siblings?" Artorias didn’t know which Fatalis wolves Bas was that close to, but if they were close enough that the Warlord was protecting their relationship with a dangerous pack, it must’ve been someone of great importance.

"Artorias Carpathius" | "Carpathian" | "Corbin" | "Eira" | "Argent"