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Germaine
Umara
Farfa
Rooster
Aelia 
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Stonehill District – West Gate
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Glancing up, he swore that the rain was becoming heavier or his body began to absorb the cooling properties; goosebumps were forming around his body from the chilling weather, and he was lucky that he was not with a weak immune system. 

“[color=FFFFFF]Aye, it could certainly be worse.[/color]” A voice near him grabbed his attention, an older-looking gentleman that appeared to be from a higher class of society. Arcturus dipped his head with a slow blink of his eyes to say that they agreed with each other. Watching the man walk up to Farga, he examined the interaction carefully. This must have been the human that the goblin was smelling, a man that appeared well kept and talked as one would if they were educated. 
Farfa was giving the moon elf a feeling of untrustworthiness, allowing this group of random adventurers to stand out in the rain. If someone was trying to hire or request their skills, would they want shivering and illness-prone individuals? “[color=FFFFFF]Farfa plans to drown us.[/color]” Arcturus glanced over at the feminine voice speaking. “[color=FFFFFF]Why else would he leave us waiting in this weather?[/color]” Her tone sounded upset, angry even, and he did not blame her. He was disappointed that this [i]individual[/i] was allowing them to wait in such weather in front of a city of criminals.

“[COLOR=A230EE]I doubt that Farfa wants us to drown,[/color]” replying to the pale individual with sunburst eyes. He did not trust the individual, he did not know him long enough, but he did not believe that the demon was purposefully leading them into a death trap. [i] Stalling seems to be a strong suit of theirs…[/i] This thought aimed at Farfa. They were opposite in this way, Arcturus would always go straight to the point or attempt to. 

Arcturus did not feel anyone's eyes on him right away, but he felt someone linger for a moment. Glancing over to the area that he thought the small glance came from, no one was looking at him. [i]I must be paranoid… this has been a long trip. [/i] Sighing as he rubbed the bridge of his nose and brow. He walked the whole trip, the sound of rain caused his body to become tired, and he felt his stomach begin to pinch and poke in attempts to ask for food. Arcturus would most likely not find rest in this city. Barely any protection except what he had on him. A bow with arrows, an ocarina, and a skinning knife was all he had, along with a waterskin. He might want to consider purchasing two short-swords or one at least. 

Out of his thoughts about what the city had waiting for the group, he did notice a few faces that he had not particularly looked at during the trip. It seemed that the group had a decent amount of fae; he noticed another with darker skin and white hair. He couldn’t make out her features, but she was most likely dark with her prominent characteristics. 
Arcturus found himself staring at the gate once again, seeing what would happen with the individuals who ran up to propose who they were and what they were here for – why Farfa brought them, [i]brought us[/i], here. 
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