Rothe screened his surroundings and tried to pick the possible heroes from the pleb. His choice fell on Arc, the kid had a sense of purpose in his eyes that Rothe recognized all too well. This guy would be the first in line for salvation and glory. So he got up and walked over, sitting down on the bench beside Arc.

Rothe was very impressed with the detail and realism of the small painting the man held in his hand, he also noted the smile on his face.
"That's a beautiful little girl, your daughter I assume?"