The Firekeeper

Whenever a call for him came, the Lord of Cinder was always quick to answer. He stepped away from his work assisting Briar with the wine preparations for their recent fall harvest and made his way out of the castle, bound for the borders. Though the autumn had been wet and rainy for the bulk of the days, today was a rare break in the storms, leaving the ground damp and muddy, but with warm golden sunlight bathing the lands and causing a faint mist to rise over the fields of the Hallows. Trudging along through the dewy grass in the direction of the call, Artorias was greeted with the sight of one of his most prolific healers beside a stranger. He greeted the unfamiliar fae with a warm smile and kind eyes, looking her over for signs of injury that might tell him if she was here as a patient or as a guest.

"I see you've found a friend, Syanna," Artorias jested with the vulpine-like woman, a chuckle rumbling in his deep baritone voice. His attention was all for Ellara then, flashing teeth in a bright smile to the tall woman. "Welcome to the Hallows. I am Artorias Carpathius, the Lord of Cinder and alpha. What may I call you?"

"Artorias" | "Carpathian"