[h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
[hr]
[center][img]https://s.aolcdn.com/dims-shared/dims3/GLOB/crop/3280x2050+0+121/resize/640x400!/format/jpg/quality/85/https://s.aolcdn.com/hss/storage/midas/73ce8167c00ca1dc68e8468a67c07477/202780896/Photo+Credit+Jordan+Matter.jpg[/img][/center]
[hr]
[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color]The Galley[/center]
[hr]
	Smiling at Andy, he very pointedly didn't tell her if she was right or not. About to gush about his recent mist related achievements, he was cut off as the room filled with mist. This was odd, to say the least, and he was ready to attack whatever the hell came out of there. It seemed, however, that Rebecca wasn't perturbed much by the phenomenon, or at least, she wasn't afraid. That kept him from throwing his knife blindly into it at one of the figures, but he was still on his toes. He never knew what to expect any more, and that meant he was always a little on edge.

	As the woman stepped towards them, coming into sight, he watched the ferret run up is shoulder, and gagged as it farted. Coughing, and glaring a bit at it. If Rebecca hadn't made it clear that this was a god, he probably would have thrown it off himself immediately, but now he was afraid of what wrath that might impose. Giving him a little pet, he followed Andy's suit, also unsure of the protocol for introducing himself to a god "[color=4286f4]And uh, I'm Arthur, Miss Hestia... Ma'am?[/color]" He said uncertainly, he wanted to ask why the Goddess had just shown up here, but he didn't know how rude that would be.