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After Hugh left Artos to his own devices, the horse that he owned [i][color=#DF0101]Roger, was it?[/color][/i] he thought to himself before rustling through his small pouch and finding a small tome. The tome lightly hummed with power and was slightly illuminating in contrast to the dark so that Artos could read it with no strain. He was following the slow Wagon pulled by the rather aged Horse. Looking at each individual, the male elf with the pointy ears looked vexed and annoyed. Hugh and the lady were flirting yet again. Another female elf looked worried and exasperated for losing something in the earlier attack.

His deep scarlet eyes snapping back to the humming book, he began reading vigorously and wouldn't be able to snap out of his trance unless something large happens, Artos slowly walks behind the wagon in automatic mode.