[center][h1]Arthur Lupin[/h1][/center]

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Arthur gave a polite nod to the Silver-haired Aasimar as she greeted him, arching a brow slightly from her comment of biting unless asked. It was odd, but he couldn’t help but smirk in amusement as he settled himself in his seat. He could sense her connection to the god of debauchery, so he could already tell she’d probably be a handful in their future travels together. At least his time on the roads wouldn’t be dull anymore. With a raised hand to flag down a passing waitress, he ordered water for his parched throat and bread to fill his stomach with something other than dust. “Arthur Lupin, by the way,” he introduced himself with a nod and cleared his throat as he waited for his drink. While waiting for his order, he took the chance to get a good look at his fellow Envoys. They seemed like an exciting bunch, primarily humans, a few Aasimar, and a single Dragonborn. The Dragonborn caught his eye the most, though being a fellow Envoy of one of the Gods of war piqued his interest. He wondered silently what Anhurs Envoy was capable of in battle and looked forward to seeing his skills in action. 

As his order finally arrived, his attention was taken away by a Dwarf who’d introduced himself as Dargas. Arthur gave a curt nod to the Innkeeper and began enjoying his simple meal, the water tasting almost sweet on his tongue and the bread feeling like a gift from the gods themselves. At the moment, he felt like a King. A dirty, poor, exhausted King. As he tended to his meal, he listened as Dargas explained the need for adventurers like them and pointed out the noticeboard near the entrance if they were interested. Arthur glanced to the board with slight interest, swallowing a mouthful of water and bread as he squinted to read what he could. He knew they were all here for one mission for their Gods, but the empty feeling in his coin pouch nearly made him wince in pain. Looking down at the worn and weathered equipment Arthur currently owned, there was no doubt in his mind that an upgrade to what he now had would be necessary if he wanted to be of any use. Arthur was lucky enough to have run into a shady traveling merchant who was willing to trade him a set of leather armor for his Nuniel armor. In addition, the merchant asked for a small donation ensuring he wouldn’t tell passing patrols about Arthur. A small donation that left him without a coin to his name. He frowned at the memory but couldn’t deny that his new change in appearance made his travels through the Twin Kingdoms much easier. 

A small sigh escaped him as he shook off the memory and looked over to Vyandar as he spoke up about their first steps. Arthur could only nod in agreement as he picked at his bread. Without any coin or resources, they wouldn’t get anything done. As he mentioned raiding the Empire, a slight frown came to his face, and he held back a scoff at the idea. He may have no longer been a soldier for the Empire, but as capable as they may be, that would only be a death sentence. “Agreed, we’ll need some source of income if we want to get anywhere. Besides, I need to buy a new set of armor. I think at this point, the dullest sword in the world could run me through with ease,” he chuckled with a bitter smile as he ran a gloved hand over his worn leather chest piece. 

Arthur glanced over as Aurelian spoke up and mentioned having the favor of the local Marshal would be in their best interest. Arthur couldn’t argue with that, though he loathed the idea of helping a Lord of any kind. Arthur had only heard a few rumors of the Lord being a man of the people, but he couldn’t accept it. If they had to interact with the man in any capacity, he’d leave it to his fellow Envoys. “I suppose it’d help us get an early start,” he mumbled with reluctance. “I say we think before accepting just any large request from them. You never know what men in power like him have planned behind the scenes. A so-called Lord of the people can be the most deceitful,” Arthur stated with a slight frown before sipping his drink. 

“I could look around the capital and see if I can find anything on this prophecy. I’m not too familiar with the city, but I’m sure I can find my way around. Meanwhile, you all can restock on supplies and prepare or aid in the search,” Arthur said, shrugging as Lutatia suggested searching for any rumors about the prophecy. “Though I would prefer if you didn’t take any request on your own. Pegasus flier or not, we shouldn’t get too ahead of ourselves. We were tasked with an important mission by our masters. To lose even one of us could jeopardize our goal completely,” he stated with a serious tone as his dull brown eyes gazed down into his mug of water before letting out a small sigh. “Though I suppose I don’t need to remind you of that,” he shrugged before downing the last rest of his drink and running a hand through his messy hair. “I may feel like a walking corpse, but I’m ready to start when you all are.”