[center][b][u][color=Goldenrod][h2]Arden[/h2][/color][/u][/b]
[sub][i][color=Gray]Unexpected entrances.[/color][/i][/sub][/center][hr]

As new people continued to suddenly appear, each one caused Arden to nervously flinch and look around over his shoulder with suspicion and fear. He was still half expecting to see the small angry mob chasing him down.

'Was this all some sort of convoluted trick or spell?' Arden thought to himself as he slunk to the back of the group with a painful limp. Suddenly realising he still held part of the mysterious letter in his hand he quickly threw it to the ground like a diseased or dangerous piece of rubbish. Breaking contact with the unexplainable thing as quickly as possible.

So many questions raced through his head. As he thought upon the contents of the letter, so far it all seemed to follow true by the appearance, location and actions of the others. 
Still sceptical Arden remained silent  choosing not to reply to the overly bubbly optimistic girl. Instead he watched the others with a cautious untrusting eye. 

Life had taught him to be untrusting. Good things never happened to Arden. He waited in silence hoping for answers.