[b][h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color]Argo III
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	As the ship lurched, Arthur fell over, and rolled onto his back. Honestly, a few weeks ago he might have been terrified about that, but that well had just about bottomed out by this point, and instead he just found himself grinning. When he let go of fear, this was kind of fun; not thinking about the danger to his life made things a lot easier, even if that wasn't exactly an easy thing to do. Maybe that was why heroes were brace, not because the had some kind of special moral character about them, but because they just weren't capable of fear anymore. That seemed to be about where he was, anyway.

	Righting himself, and standing up, he looked around, glad that that was finally over. Watching the automaton disappear, he had a kind of awe at the engineering capability of the God of The Forge. It was honestly impressive, and it gave him insight on how gods could do things that humans just couldn't. Even the best designers and engineers on the planet couldn't hope to build things like that, and he'd probably been making things like that since the dawn of time. They were outclassed for sure, but it was still nevertheless interesting to see firsthand how wide the gap was.