"I beg of thee, the spread of the Abyss... must be stopped"

“That crown, are you of the Xanthous scholars?” He asked confused of where he was now.

“Halt, who goes there?” He warned, he was not in his usual element that’s for sure.

“Lord Ariamis, its a pleasure to see you in person once more. How have you been?”

“Pardon me but have you seen a wolf with a blade in it’s mouth. If not my utmost apologies for bothering you.”

“Aye who goes there? Oh my apologies, I thought you were another creature of darkness.

The wolf knight bowed his head respectfully towards the woman with a soft smile underneath his cowl. “Hello Lady Velka. It is not often I get to see you. It is a pleasure.”

In this verse Artorias has been resurrected and still lives but is in exile as he was tainted by the abyss and its utter darkness. The shame of his failure prevents him from ever returning to Anor londo.

Jon Snow from Game of Thrones

*Slips hand down your trousers*