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[color=537DAE][sub][h3]Location: Balmung Castle | Guest Bedrooom 1[/h3][h3]Mentions:[@Ambra][@vietmyke][@Lucky][/h3][/sub][/color]
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[color=lightgray]Arton sat back after his own introduction, eager to to put names to the faces around the table. The first to speak up definitely made his eyes go wide as even he had heard rumors about the two from the villages he helped. Ranbu's temper seemed to wax and wane with every so-called wasted moment she was here, while Galahad appeared to have a more level-headed approach to all of this. The only feature that seemed to connect the two was their prowess for battle. Arton sincerely hoped that the presence of a common goal would deter hostilities between the two long enough to figure out what was going on. The Faye would was making a scene also introduced himself, perhaps as a way to deflect his failure. They seemed to be a fine person, if not easily spooked and twitchy.

Next to speak was a Viera that had caught his eye earlier amidst the table. Her speech was refined like Galahad's but in a more technical sense, which he supposed was evident by the tablet that she kept by her side. Arton would be the first to admit he was far from tech-savvy so he was relieved there was someone on the team who could handle that. A second Viera by the name of Leifur, the victim of the butter-blunder, spoke after Arbora. It would seem they would have a considerable front-line of fighters looking around the table. The rest of the able soon followed, a party from parts all across the continent.

Arton had rushed towards the corner with his weapons the moment they entered the room. He wasted no time examining his sword for any nicks or scratches that may have come from mishandling it. The same, meticulous process was conducted with his shield as well with relief washing over him that they lacked damage. His arms were designed for heavy use but having them anything less than polished and pristine felt like a disservice to his master. He retrieved the rest of his gear and situated it next to one of the beds closest to the door. Arton rooted through his pack while Neve looked over the city and gritted his teeth as he pulled out two empty potion bottles. He had forgotten to get them refilled on his way here.

Realization struck his features as Neve came back into the room. He and Galahad had been set up in the same room as Arbora and Neve, two [b][i]girls[/i][/b]. His eyes quickly darted over to Galahad for his reaction, a small pressure rising in his chest. A loud noise interrupted the rising anxiety within him. What had been a look of discomfort quickly turned into expression of readiness. Arton returned the nod to Galahad and quickly picked up his sword and shield he'd left by the bedside. [i]This[/i] was exactly why he always had some kind of armor on. As the sounds of footsteps drew closer to their room, Arton glanced first to Neve and then Arbora. Neither were close-ranger fighters so it would be up to him and Galahad to keep whatever it was back.

His muscles tightened the moment Neve opened the door and the smell burst into the room. Arton kept his gaze trained on the door as he reached off to his side and gripped the staff with his free hand. He moved up closer to the door, handing Neve her weapon while he placed himself in front of her. Arton slid his sword from its scabbard and placed the sword just over the top brim of the shield, lowering his stance ready for a burst of moment. His eyes caught the enemy just after Galahad [color=537DAE]"Right behind you!"[/color] The young Sollan exclaimed, pushing forward as Galahad made the opening move. Arton slammed into an attacker on the far right that had been unbalanced by the dragoon's swing, shield-first. Most of his experience was against bandits and monsters, not trained soldiers, but that wouldn't deter him. He pulled his sword back behind the shield and thrusted it underneath into a gap in the armor. Whoever they were, they would regret every choice that had brought them here.[/color]