[h2]Sir Artorias[/h2]

Now that they had arrived, one of the two humans that had been more or less rescued from the horde of what was frankly cannon fodder had gone off, and Artorias took a minute to evaluate the buildings around them: too small. At least, too small for him to fit comfortably whilst standing erect, which was more than could be said for if Gough had been in his place. So he waited calmly for their remaining guide to actually show them where to go.

Sif, meanwhile, gave Goldibanne a reproachful look at being called 'wolfy', but moved when Artorias--taking note of the wolf's continued immobility--said their name, jumping off and sitting beside the wolf knight.