Artorias soon realized that this man wasn't as harmful as he was boastful, and the only thing detrimental to himself would be to step over the pride of the man before him. He lowers his guard and so does Sif, him sighing greatly. "I suppose. Most places are better than this pestilent ship..." Artorias holds his gauntlet out, tailored of fine steel and leather around its hems, gesturing for a handshake. "I don't believe I've introduced myself. I am Knight Artorias of Gwyn's Royal Army, or at least a fragment of him. This is my canine companion, Sif."