[h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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As the heroes arrived, and started fighting off the monster for them, Arthur felt himself finally start to relax a bit. These people would keep them safe, but then what? They were to go to this camp, and then they'd be safe? This seemed like the start of a story, not the end of one, and with that always came a certain bit of uncertainty. His life would be different from here on out, that's for sure. These people seemed to treat fighting these monsters as an everyday occurrence, meaning that their lives compared to his, must be insane.

Arthur turned and smiled coyly at Athanasia, "[color=4286f4]While I'm sure they'd appreciate the gesture, something tells me your parasol wouldn't be nearly as effective as their arrows.[/color]" He said, as they continued to close the distance between themselves and their saviors. He had questions, and he expected answers soon, even if he knew he had to keep his mouth shut to stay alive for now. He figured that, no matter what might come, this new life might not be that bad, since he was lucky enough to be pretty good friends already with the people who'd be joining him.