[b][h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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	Arthur listed with rapt attention as Leda spoke, talking about how Tartarus was the pit and an absolutely monstrous and dangerous place. He gritted his teeth at the information, a success rate of [i]two[/i] people didn't bode well for getting Mads back, and he didn't want to go on a suicide mission for the hope saving Mads, but he knew he would if he had to. He wouldn't let [i]anybody[/i] else suffer if he could prevent it, especially somebody Andy cared about so much. As Leda asked for his word, he bit his lip internally, and thought.

	There were, of course, multiple ways to go about circumventing that promise, alone is a pretty subjective word. Arthur could argue that, as long as Andy was alive, he was never truly alone, but he didn't know if magical promises made on preternatural rivers that flow through realms he had previously thought non existent were that amenable to technicalities made on oaths sworn them. He exhaled and said, "[color=4286f4]I don't intend to go off into the deepest. scariest place in all the world alone, I can promise that.[/color]" Arthur said carefully, squeezing Andy's hand.