[h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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"[color=4286f4]Oh so the Roman Gods are real too?[/color]" Arthur asked, "[color=4286f4]I thought they were just bad fanfiction of the Greek gods. Huh.[/color]" This made him pretty curious about what other gods were real, and what that meant for the Abrahamic religions. He had more pressing things to pay attention to right now though, over the ontological nature of the gods. He cracked a smile at her nonchalant way of addressing the toxic nature of this "Ambrosia and Nectar" but did take note of that fact that apparently they could heal him if things went... poorly for him in the future.

He did note from her talking though, that he certainly had a lot of history to learn. Things must've been happening at this camp for a while, things that, even if were irrelevant to him, would never the less be very interesting to hear about. Modern myths, they sounded to be, and that sounded like one of the coolest things he could learn about. For now though, it sounded like they'd be making a trip to the armory, and though he did already have his knife, he wanted to see what kind of things they had for them to use. "[color=4286f4]I'd like to see that, yes.[/color]" He responded to her, nodding.