[Ah, the sound of an honest man. Although the shadows of his cowl make it near impossible to see, Artorias smiles.]
Thank you. I imagine my caution is unwarranted, but... Well, few are the knights who survive terribly long that lack it.
[He shifts a bit, settling in for what is as much a story as a description.]
...Although my Lord acknowledges but two now, in reality his children are four in number.
The youngest, Gwyndolin, is acknowledged still, but oft overlooked due to her reclusive nature and ill-health. I... thought she might like a portrait of herself. [He goes on to further describe the youngest princess. Don't ask him to explain the snake legs. That's just how Gwyndolin is.
Next he speaks of his Lord's third child, Filianore, and her kindness, conspicuously avoiding any mention of why he had been forbidden to speak of her.]
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Thank you. I imagine my caution is unwarranted, but... Well, few are the knights who survive terribly long that lack it.
[He shifts a bit, settling in for what is as much a story as a description.]
...Although my Lord acknowledges but two now, in reality his children are four in number.
The youngest, Gwyndolin, is acknowledged still, but oft overlooked due to her reclusive nature and ill-health. I... thought she might like a portrait of herself. [He goes on to further describe the youngest princess. Don't ask him to explain the snake legs. That's just how Gwyndolin is.
Next he speaks of his Lord's third child, Filianore, and her kindness, conspicuously avoiding any mention of why he had been forbidden to speak of her.]