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There was a strong, subconscious pull on Arton's mind towards the idea of a dinner between family and friends. Despite his friendliness, Arton was a loner for the majority of life. There was people that popped briefly into his life but none who had established a strong connection to. He yearned for camaraderie but the potential loss of it kept him at arms length. The power in the differing views of the two Caradocs did not come across as irreconcilable issues but what he saw as familial banter. 

[color=537DAE]"See? No reason to turn down a hearty, warm meal, right?"[/color] Arton exclaimed after Gal's mother.[hr]

Arton started off the small feast eating as what would be expected of a common adventurer. After a glare from Artorias, Arton seamlessly transitioned to the proper decorum expected of such a dinner. The last impression he wanted to give Gal's parents was that he was some incompetent barbarian. As trays of various seafood arrived, he listened to Artorias's inquiry and Izayoi's reply. It was equal parts fascinating and terrifying to hear how personal their rivalry and animosity went. 

[color=537DAE]"I have seen how the Blight has ravaged the war-torn outer territories of the kingdom.[/color] Arton took a short sip of his drink [color=537DAE]"Each week was tougher than the last. It was clear that nothing I did was going to stop it. Striking out on this quest, I believe, will save more people that I could on my own."[/color] It was wistful, naive thinking to believe that everything would go smoothly and all work out in the end, but he had to believe it [color=537DAE]"Hopefully, we'll find the answers as to why Valheim invaded just as the Blight dugs its claws in."[/color] His answer was not the whole truth of it. Arton wanted his life to mean something in the end, perhaps a bit too willing to sacrifice his life for an end to this calamity.[hr][hr]