Artorias thought it strange that the light inside the building didn't seem to come from fire. Perhaps from lightning? In which case, was the age of fire still alive? Or had it taken on a new shape and form?
The knight walked just behind Frigga, looking at the paintings on the wall. Nothing looked familiar. There were no depictions of Lord Gwyn, or his children. It made Artorias worry. Sif, sensing his concern, kept a vigilant eye on their surroundings.
"I would prefer to share a room with her. How long are we permitted to stay here?" he asked curiously. He knew he wasn't supposed to be asking questions but he had so many.