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[color=537DAE]"I'll be sure to try it."[/color] Arton replied, not entirely sure what this [i]flan[/i] looked or tasted like. The name itself was not all that appealing to him but he trusted Galahad's word. He courteously held the door for the entirety of their party but a man approached him just Arton was about to enter himself. The expression that appeared on Arton's face made it clear that it was someone he recognized. They exchanged a brief conversation, the words muffled between the noise from the street. The man soon left and Arton turned to the rest of the party inside the cafe [color=537DAE]"I'll..have to try the coffee some other time. See you at the lodge."[/color] He then walked after the elderly man with a brisk pace.

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Arton arrived at the lodge just in time to see someone running off in the opposite direction. His ears caught the tail-end of Eliane speaking as he rejoined the party. The brief look of confusion faded as he surmised what must have happened [color=537DAE]"I can't imagine this is going to be pleasant..."[/color] His voice sounded drained and devoid of the usual enthusiasm he had. The conversation with Cyth had taken a greater toll on his mentality than he hoped it would. It seemed Skael was facing an increase in civil unrest combined with nobles disputing a patch of contested land.