[center][h2]Arthur Travers[/h2][/center]

Arthur nodded his head at Lapis's invitation. [color=silver]"I would be happy to join in, thank you."[/color] Then followed her into the tavern, eyes focused firmly on their recent travelling companions and with the journal clutched within his satchel. All through the journey after Dalious had given it back to him, he'd kept watch on it and looked over it when he dared. Recordings of vile rituals, the scribbles of a man consumed with a lust for power who paid every price to gain more. He needed to get this to his superiors...Someone higher up, more trained in resisting the darkness needed to glean all the information they could to right what wrongs could be righted, then burn the vile text. But all his superiors were in Avalon and he still had a task to complete here. So he would have to take on this dreadful burden, and pray dearly that he did not fall into the temptations within. If what the group had said about freeing slaves was true, then it would seem one of his strongholds was overthrown. But the others...

He took the offered ale and sipped it down, overlooking the tavern itself. It was surprising how similar but different such a place was from home. The walls were sunbaked clay instead of dark timber and roughhewn stone. The floor was far more sandy. Veils, turbans, and other desert apparel was far more common throughout the crowd. Colorful curtains dangled in the back where men partook in their hookah pipes. And yet, there was still the barkeep overlooking everything from the bar, barmaids passing around the drinks as they went among the tables and patrons, men huddled together to discuss various matters, a stage where a bard sung his tale, and tables in the back which near rang with the sound of rolling dice. 

He sighed. Of course such a vice would afflict every corner of the world. His attention then turned back to the table with his current companions. He would not want to miss anything that was going on.