[b][h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color]Senate Hall -> Gryf's back
Skills: N/A[/center] 
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	Arthur was mostly quiet as they walked out, not out of fear or worry per say, but just contemplative. His desire to fight was not out of thrill seeking or fun, but because he felt that he [i]had[/i] too, even if nobody was forcing him. It was a natural ultimatum, fight and risk death, or live and risk an unforgivable existence. Cie la vie, which he would be choosing was clear, and it at least meant he would get to fight alongside Andy. Even if they would both be in danger, being by her side, and having each others backs would make things feel a whole heck of a lot better.

	As they left the senate building, he was a bit worried about Gryf, thinking that he would be the thing keeping him from joining the fight. If that happened, Arthur had an idea of what to do, but he was ultimately hoping it wouldn't have to come to that. As he was hissed at, Arthur put both of his hands up, trying to make it clear that he was not a threat to this creature, but he attempts at calming the creature down were ultimately lukewarm at best. When things started to even out, he slowly approached the monster, and climbed aboard him behind Andy. As Gryf seemed amenable to this, he exhaled, relieved. "[color=4286f4]Alright, let's do this thing. Together.[/color]" he said quietly, getting comfortable on the beast.