[h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color]Dining Pavilion -> Ship[/center]
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Following tightly after his sister, Arthur found himself climbing up the the ship, ready to leave this place behind for the time being. He could sense the uncertainty in Andy's words, and he knew that he should probably have more reservations about this entire thing than he did right now, but he couldn't bring himself to worry. He just figured that any risks imposed by being on this thing were minimized; being a dmeigod was dangerous, but not because the camp was reckless. That was the operative theory for him anyway.

Reaching the deck of the ship, he cleared way for anybody behind him, making sure he wouldn't get in the way. A part of him wanted to disappear, check out the interior of the ship as an excuse to get away from people, but he figured he could hold himself here for a few more minutes at least, up until they had to go. After that? He planned on getting some much needed space. This ship seemed large enough that he could hopefully wander it, and not be quickly found. Something about that idea, he found comforting, squirreling himself away from the others, at least for a little while.