The Knight looked at the smaller woman and saw her offer. What was she? If she wasn't human, she had to be something else. Gratefully, he accepted her offer and handed the helm to her, resting his blade on the ground shortly after. Sif ran over and snuffed at the blade, lying down beside it.
What year did he come from? Where he was from, there were Ages and cycles. Years did not really have numbers. "I do not know what year it might have been, but it was known as the age of fire. Although ages may last hundreds and thousands of years" the Abysswalker replied. "I am Artorias, chosen Knight to Lord Gywn" he said, bowing his head respectfully. "And what might I call you, my Lady?" he asked.