[b][h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color]Fields of Mars -> Senate Hall
Skills: N/A[/center] 
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	Arthur followed the group to the Senate hall, taking a look around at they walked in. This was much more his speed, the greek camp was just... not his kind of place. It might be because of the things he'd experienced there, or just that they were cut from a different cloth than he was, but he just felt more at home here. Especially since this was a place one could [i]comfortably[/i] grow old at. He was a kid, sure, but he didn't want to stay a kid forever, he wanted to become something more than that someday, and this seemed like the kind of place where that could happen.

	He still stayed quiet. The reminder of Hecate stung him, and it would take him a few more moments before he felt like socializing again. That wound was still wide open, and it hurt to think about too much. A part of him wanted revenge, but seeking revenge against the gods themselves seemed to be the textbook definition of hubris. To go against them was to court death, and while his father had domain there, he knew he would stand no chance against them. If he was given the chance to do something against them now, he would, but he knew he couldn't actively seek it out.