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[color=537DAE][sub][h3]Location: Balmung Castle | Banquet Hall[/h3][h3]Mentions: [@Dezuel][/h3][/sub][/color]
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Arton's gaze flicked from wall to wall as he entered the Banquet Hall after one of the guards let him in after a bit of hassle. It was his first time at an event such like this and no amount of imagination could have prepared him for grandiose it all was. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he took in the myriad of delicious aromas. The very atmosphere itself felt charged with an energy he found difficult to describe as he wandered further and further in. The luxury of it all was enough to overwhelm the senses and make it feel as though he had walked into a whole other world and, in a sense, he might as well have. This place was to be the start of his greatest adventure it seemed.

His amazement quickly surrendered to trepidation as he was seated a table with other guests, all looking like they were here for the same reason he was. Arton was quick to arrange himself a plate of mostly meat, picking from a variety of creatures he hadn't had the chance to taste. Nothing ventured, nothing gained after all. He wasn't sure if the food was really this good or if he was just hungry. His hand reached out for a drink from the same group as a girl siting across from him. As it reached his lips, Arton paused and looked almost longingly into the cup. The laughter, the aroma of food, the warm smiles that sat next to him...it began to remind him of home. The rim of the mug touched his lips and he downed a good portion of the mead, laughing inside his head at the weakness of the drink compared to the shine the last village made.

Arton steeled himself for an introduction to those around him before nostalgia took him away from the moment. Before he could do so, a man at his table signaled for attention from all the other guests. He watched with interest from the comfort of his seat, the grand speech lessening his nervousness [b][color=537DAE]"Are we all going to have to make a toast?[/color][/b] Arton spoke soft enough not to undermine the one speaking, but to no one in particular. His skills on interacting with people of higher stature had gotten rusty after years working with the common-folk. Luckily, the attention was immediately drawn to another at their table that went by the name of Lord Caradoc. It was a name he was sure he had heard before.

All this indulgence was almost enough to forget the real struggle out there. The man's words were a sharp reminder of why everyone was actually here [b][color=537DAE]"Truth be told, I just want to hear what we came here for and start moving. There's people out there I know are waiting for us to do something."[/color][/b] Arton said with a murmur of anxiousness. He mentally chatised himself for forgetting the people he had helped these years now living in fear due to this blight. 
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