I've never heard of this... Nym. [It was surprising, if not true enough. Ornstein often kept himself within the walls of Anor Londo, unless tasked outside for differing reasons. Often this had to do with protecting the lands that were ruled by Lord Gwyn, unnamed territories directly neighboring the golden city. Even then, he had met his fair share of travelers. None from a now-vacant city called Nym.
He watches as Arthur heals himself, face illuminated slightly by the blue-green light. When all is said and done, and he's met with the question of his own health, he shakes his head.]
Nothing that requires the aid of magic to heal. [His side feels sore -- bruised, probably -- but that was nothing in the face of the scars he's obtained in the past. Negligible in his eyes.]
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He watches as Arthur heals himself, face illuminated slightly by the blue-green light. When all is said and done, and he's met with the question of his own health, he shakes his head.]
Nothing that requires the aid of magic to heal. [His side feels sore -- bruised, probably -- but that was nothing in the face of the scars he's obtained in the past. Negligible in his eyes.]