Put Your Behind, in the Past

Artorias smiled, pleased to see that the nasty business that occurred at the bonfire in his own home hadn’t soured Saga’s taste towards the Hallows. Truly, it had been a great embarrassment for the Lord of Cinder. The Hallows was meant to be a place of safety and neutrality, and it had come perilously close to becoming a battleground for the feuding packs. "I'm sorry for what occurred with the Raiders," Artorias apologized to the massive ursine, ears flicking back in a show of sheepishness. "The Hallows is supposed to be a place where neutrality and peace is respected. The fact that such threats were made on my lands is inexcusable. I'm just glad Gilgamesh didn't force my hand to violence and that some sense was found." Artorias had been prepared to have to subdue the Raid King with an overwhelming show of force for trying to start shit in neutral territory. Thankfully it hadn't come to that.

It was a relief to hear that no one had been harmed, though Bellamy leaving Polaris and Haydée retreating into herself were disconcerting. Artorias frowned, his brow creasing and he simply nodded to the news. "That is... disappointing to hear. I hope they'll both be all right going forward." Turning his attention away from the grim and back to his current guest, Art waved Saga across the border with a little smile. "Would you like to take a walk around the plains, Saga? I'd be happy to chat with you while letting you see the place you were so rudely ousted from."

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