[The awkward silence is real, though Ornstein seems relatively unconcerned by it. Small talk isn't his forte, either, unless it's discussing ways to improve one's fighting prowess or the varying tactics on how to slay dragons.

Still, something proud permeates his words as he exchanges introductions with this man.]

You have my gratitude, Arthur Inkwell, for aiding me in battle. You fight well for a man of magic and miracles. [That's meant to be a compliment, it really is.]

My name is Ornstein, Captain of the Knights of Gwyn. I hail from Anor Londo.