[b][h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color]Clearing -> Dining Pavilion
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	Arthur's gaze followed after Andy's, resting on Tammy. He didn't much like that they were followed, but now really wasn't the time to chew out a person who was likely only acting on the orders of Chiron. That would get him nowhere, and would only serve to make a new enemy when he didn't even know if they'd all be coming home safe. Following quietly after Andy, he listened to her words, and only responded. "[color=4286f4]I'm glad we met too...[/color]" That was about all he could really say about his feelings here. Everything else was feelings, and things that would not easily be conveyed by him directly.

	Standing next to Andy in the dining pavilion, he couldn't help but feel trapped. There really wasn't anything he could do but follow fate, and allow the events that were going to come to pass to do so. He hated feeling powerless like this, he didn't want to have to do [i]any[/i] of this, but this was the situation. He quietly waiting for Chiron to list off his announcements, and probably send them off on their adventures. After that, he'd be thinking almost every moment about whether or not Andy would be safe, and keep himself as safe as possible for her.