This place had almost everything Erandur could have ever wanted. Almost. Good food, good people, and plenty to explore without being shot at. But, now, there was a danger to this place; a danger he hoped his best to be able to defeat. It had been a long time since he was involved a world's end situation. But, he was never one to back down, either.
Holding what looked to be a regular sized leather bag over his shoulder, he began his approach to Artorias. Upon sight, he had first noticed the wolf sitting beside him. It seemed like no more than a older pup, but something about it told him otherwise. It also looked loyal. The knight.. "Well, ain't you a biggin'?" Erandur spoke softly to himself, smiling as he made his way closer. The former bounty hunter noticed he was dressed rather similarly to Artorias, loss fitting clothing, but a red top with suspenders that attached to his belt. Deep grey trousers and black boots to match.
Minding his distance before he spoke up with a smile on his face: "Hey there, friend. Erandur Brevedant. Glad to finally meet you in person.." His eyes moved up and down the wound on giant knight's neck, a frown coming over his own face as he did. Talos...