[color=DarkRed][center][h1]Argus Leandros[/h1][/center][/color]

Argus couldn't help but pull a face at the mention of the games, still feeling rather uncomfortable with the whole idea of it. He knew that their were vast differences between the games and what he had to go through, but what was similar was the fighting, and just the idea of fighting for the amusement of a crowd made the scars that lay hidden underneath his clothes throb with a dull ache. Thoughts of the games turned his attention back to his guild, and with that, thoughts of whether or not he'd actually get punished for the little stunt he'd pulled yesterday, and if that would be the only thing he'd be punished for. [i]I really hope that I don't get in trouble for staying out all night on top of the whole stripping incident, that would be a major pain.[/i] When Isla asked if he would mind carrying her again like he did yesterday, he simply nodded in agreement, too deep in his thoughts of possible punishments to notice her sinister grin. However, when the girl suddenly fell to the floor gripping her chest, Argus was quick to rise from the table, concern on his face as he moved to her side, only for her to get back shortly after and try to brush the whole thing off. This struck Argus as a little strange, since people don't brush off things as serious as a heart attack like that, but he didn't wish to pry into it, simply shrugginh his shoulders in compliance, though the worried expression never left his face.

"Well. . . I'm done eating so, if you think you're up to it, we can go to the camp. . . are you sure you're completely okay? Because I'm certain I can spare time to drop you off at the nearest hospital if you need it?"

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