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[color=lightgray]In the couple of months after leaving his homeland and joining up with the WAA, Arton found himself in constant demand among the other other adventurers of his rank. It turned out that Arton was good, really good as hold down the front-line and defending others from getting overwhelmed. While others may turned away from such a task by its inherent danger, Arton found himself filling the role of a tank happily. However, he was feeling his growth halting where he was currently working out of. That was why when the call to travel to Meteora to assist its King came, he was all too eager to sign up.

The countless looks from people as he passed through the street was something he had gotten used to already. It was not their fault he appeared so different from what they were used to, Draeni hardly settled outside of Roughann. What he sincerely missed was the communal spires of his home, these human kingdoms were so inefficient and difficult to navigate compared to Roughann's cities. Nonetheless, the city possessed its own unique charm.

He managed to find his way to the front gate of the castle, where he was approached by the guard "Halt." He spoke firmly, Arton stood several inches over the armed soldier [color=6ecff6]"Are you one of the adventurers here by our King's request?"[/color] He asked astutely, looking at the Draeni up and down. Arton nodded with a faint smile [color=lightgreen]"That's right. Here..I got the papers right here."[/color] He had them in his hand already, expecting this to happen. The guard nodded with a solemn, unchanging expression [color=6ecff6]"Mhm, Allen here will guide you to the room where the rest are."[/color] He pointed to a younger looking guard who gave a light salute at being mentioned.

The interior of the Castle completely astounded him. His family was never wealthy so the ornate paintings and statues that decorated the halls were something new to him. It all was so different than what he was used too, therefore it was interesting to him. Allen led him to the room without saying a word, Arton was too busy gazing at all the sights anyway [color=fff79a]"Here you are, sir."[/color] He said plainly, though Arton could the nervousness expressed in his face [color=lightgreen]"Thank you Allen, I probably would have gotten lost without you!"[/color] He laughed lightly, seeming to get the anxious guard to chuckle just a little [color=fff79a]"Yeah, well good luck."[/color] Allen replied a bit more friendly this time around, departing down the corridor.

At last he had arrived, he could hear the dulled sound of a violin through the door. His hand opened the door and it grew much louder as he saw the others who had gathered here already. Slowly he made his way further inside, his expression appearing cold though this was merely because he slipped back into old habits. His dark eyes glanced between the characters in the room, one immediately striking him out as the king. The other four he had no idea who they were, but he hoped he would find out. However, one individual drew his interest over all the others. He wasn't even sure what she was, but her appearance and clothing were just so foreign to him that his curiosity couldn't resist.

He walked over to the nearest chair to her and asked [color=lightgreen]"Mind if I take this seat?"[/color] He asked rather politely, his expression solid and unchanging as he waited for her permission. Once had, he sat down after setting his bag behind him [color=lightgreen]"My name is Arton Yule, an adventurer with the WAA. What's yours?"[/color] He asked directly, friendly in his tone. His people didn't waste time with asking pointless questions. Unknowingly, the person who he was talking to was a Dark Elf who held disdain for the culture of other kingdoms.
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