Artorias watched the strange man set out the odd looking soul gems, along with the Black Star. There was something so familiar about them and yet unfamiliar at the same time.
"Yes, it repels dark sorceries" he replied simply. He pinched the silver chain between his fingers, bringing the necklace out from its hiding place beneath his shirt. The necklace was one of the few remaining treasures of Anor Londo, gifted to him by the Gods. It was precious to him.
"Why do you ask?" he questioned curiously. Sif yawned and turned her head to look at Erandur curiously. She tilted her head to the side and looked up at Artorias, who simply smiled at the wolf and pet her head, giving her snout an affectionate rub.