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[b][color=376877]Wordage:[/color][/b] [i]460 words (+1 points)[/i]
[b][color=376877]Experience:[/color][/b] [i]4/10 EXP[/i]
[b][color=376877]Location:[/color][/b] [i]Under (Royal Waterways) ➡ Habbo Hotel[/i]
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[sup]Rubick's [@Scarifar][/sup][/center]
It had been too long to remember when he last set foot in an established city, one that wasn't on the edge of calamity and rampant with the twisting taint of the Abyss. Respite was not something of a familiar concept to the man, for all Artorias knew was the duty he had been trained to perform as Gwyn's personal blade against those aligned with the Dark.

He was often far from the safety of civilization and for so long that he forgot what it was like, so as he followed his absent-minded guide the knight too silently viewed everything with vague curiosity. It wasn't surprising that passersby gave the towering figure of the knight a wide berth as he lumbered behind the Magus, he didn't look like the noble knight he was after all. His armor was ragged as the cloth he wore and his posture seemed to convey a wildness about him.

It wasn't long before arriving at their destination that his eager yet now seemingly sickly acquaintance turned and left him to his own devices in the weird establishment that he referred to as a hotel "[color=376877]Mmmm, may we meet again Magus.[/color]" he bid his new ally farewell with but a nod as he watched Rubick make his way down to the lobby, once more he was alone left to do what're he needed to do. Artorias stood, looking quite out of place in the hotel entrance staring off into space with a sword as tall as an adult human and plated armor adorned over ragged dark cloth.

It seemed the hotel staff were quite busy dealing with their own issues, whatever that was it didn't seem to bother the knight to ask instead he somewhat crudely looked at the faux pas art hanging on the walls unceremoniously removing one from the wall and turning it in his hands before leaning it back against the wall with a '[i]Hmph[/i]' he wasn't very familiar with art though he once heard his liege employed a group of Painted Servants to guard a piece in Lordran.

He noted the plants were of an odd looking kind unlike many he had seen before, and the room had quite tacky looking furniture unfit for a place like Lordran if this were the city of light.

Artorias grew bored of staring at the walls and opted to step outside, rain pitter pattered against his armor once more. He stood there before the hotel watching the sky, once again the knight marveled at the twinkling lights above head yet also he listened as if he were waiting for something...If only he could hear the howl of his long lost friend, just to know that Sif was okay wherever the Great Wolf was.