Artorias nodded. He knew fine well that the wolf could look after herself, even if she was young. She had a lot of growing to do still. Artorias had a feeling that the wolf would end up bring almost as big as he was, if not bigger. He only hoped that she would remain comfortable on the station. He had planned to move her out to the Wheel 1 park and set up a home for her, especially ready for when she got too big for the hotel. As it stood, she had grown a little since their arrival on the station, especially after being given good food and plenty of love and attention. The wolf had bonded with her new family well.
Artorias walked over to look at the anvil, spotting his own phone. He picked the thing up to check and make sure it was his. Curious... something seemed different about its functions. He placed it in his pocket and walked over to the ledge that looked over the centre of the room. Two sets of stairs ran down to meet to the left of where he stood, and to the right, the thrones sat, five of them made from solid stone, each decorated differently.
The fire in the middle of the room was dim, glowing softly. It didn't look like it would last much longer. "The flame is dying..." Artorias said, concern on his face. "That is not right... How?" he asked.