Dal was clearly not the person he was looking for, with strength too weak, it was unknown how he managed to luckily traverse the forest.
Moreover, the other party seemed to have been scared stiff or dumbfounded, as they did not leave even after his repeated warnings!
But the moment Artorias looked at Dal once more, he froze for an instant.
For the other party had taken up a foreign posture.
The arm holding the sword was lifted horizontally, with the other hand resting on it, head slightly lowered.
This was the etiquette of the Fran Undead Team, the stance of the Abyss Watcher, the highest courtesy of groups idolizing the Abyss Wanderer.
Though he had never seen such a stance before, Artorias felt an odd sense of familiarity, which even made the pain from the Abyss' erosion feel lesser.
He could feel the sincere respect emanating from Dal, much like the respect he received from the people back in Yanor Londo.
Maybe Dal's respect was even deeper?
