[centre][b]ARLO[/b]
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Despite Arlo being fully aware of his carelessness, being called out on it was an embarrassment of it's own kind. Especially since this time it wasn't his doting parents but Sir Kay, who must have come expecting some kind of wise old wizard but found this half exposed whelp of a man hardly able to protect himself against a curse. He had hoped that meeting him would go a little different than this. 

While Arlo was grateful for the help in properly containing it for now, there was something deeply unsettling about watching the holy water fall over the artifact. Arlo ignored it, silently reasoning that it must be gravity of the item he found had finally settled in him. He looked down at the now empty but filthy bandage in his hand, he remembered what he had done the night before. The cut was still there but it wasn't deep enough to be of concern for him, after all it must have stopped bleeding sometime while he slept and was now scabbed over. He discarded the bandage before closing the door to his dwelling. 

"Thank you, Sir. I don't have much experience in the way of curses. It's not something they teach back home." Arlo said, briefly reminiscing about his hometown. "But, I hope you'll find I'm still a capable mage. I may be young," Arlo paused, calling himself young was still strange. He was over the hill as far as Leveret go, but understood his true identity. "but in the last twelve hours I've saved the life of one and potentially dozens more by this discovery."

Arlo had a desire to "prove himself" to the knight. Part of him realized that it was immature, but he would be okay with that if he managed to gain even some inkling of respect as a peer. 
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