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The seats on the train were far from comfortable to rest in, but at this point, a jagged rock would feel like a cloud to the exhausted freelancer. At least he had a bit of room to spare and spread his legs with a long sigh. To keep his mind off of the throbbing pain Isaac simply thought of the bed waiting for him at home and a cold beer to drink before retiring for the night. He’d have the day off tomorrow, but for the life of him, he couldn’t decide how to spend it. His wounds would still be healing so there was no chance he’d be doing anything too fun, but at the very least it’d be a good chance to relax and think of his next course of business. Maybe-

His thoughts were interrupted as he heard shuffling to his left and right, his shoulders tensing as his instincts began to scream danger. It was too late to react though and Isaac found him receiving a hard blow to the jaw. A grunt of pain escaped him as he gritted his teeth before trying to rise to his feet to fight back. Unfortunately, he was unable to make the next move as two thugs gripped him by the arms and hauled him up to his feet. “Shit!” he hissed in frustration as he struggled for a moment to get free but gasped as the air was knocked from his lungs as the ringleader of the group delivered more blows to his rips. Once the assault ended Isaac was left hunched over, breathing heavily as two of his attackers held him up.

Isaac’s mind was hazy and his vision blurry as he looked to the ground in a daze. The flaring pain that was stabbing at his sides was now screaming out, his ribs feeling as if they were about to snap. This wasn’t good, this was far from good. How could he be so stupid enough to let his guard down? The taste of blood began to fill his mouth as he silently cursed his screw-up and raised his head to meet the leader's gaze. Shit, Isaac recognized the bastard from earlier today. “Shit,” he whispered in an annoyed tone before glaring at the bandaged man as he spoke of what he wanted.

A heavy frown covered his face as the other thugs swiped his wallet and simply ignored their taunts, his glare remaining on the man asking the questions. As the leaders asked again about the package and his boss Isaac remained silent for a moment, spitting a bit of blood to the floor and taking a deep breath, ignoring the pain in his side as he inhaled. “Package is long gone now. As for my boss,” he paused and tilted his head to the thug holding his card. “I’m my own boss technically,” he said, a slight smirk coming to his pained face. It probably wasn't smart for him to goat the man on, but he wasn't about to share any more details of his business with him. Plus, he really didn't know who had hired him for this job, only Otto did.

Keeping a tight lip earned no amusement from the leader, as his patience wore thin. He made another fist as he reared up for another punch, only to stop himself. Dead men told no tales, and Isaac could yet prove useful. “You really want to make this hard on yourself, huh?” the leader said, taking a seat and crossing his legs. “Hope you aren’t planning on stalling for time. These people here ain’t gonna help ya, and I’ve got all night.”

The leader made a motion to one of the thugs, who tossed over Isaac’s carton of cigarettes. If anything, Isaac owed him as much for the trouble. He balanced one of the cigs between his lips, lighting up with a casino lighter from his pocket. “Good brand,” he trailed on. “I get the same ones myself. You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that much. Not everyday we get a solo rider with the stones to pull up on us. Not everyday that they make it out alive, either.” His composure cooled down as he met Isaac’s eyes, knowing full well who was in control.

“Believe it or not, this ain’t about money,” the leader said. “I’m guessing you operate on a ‘no questions policy’ if you didn’t bother to ask what it was you were taking from us. Truth is, you can’t put a price on what was in that package. While I’m being truthful, I’ll even go as far to say that I ain’t too sour about what happened earlier today. But you’ve got me in a bit of a bind, see. If I don’t get that package to its intended recipient, then it’s gonna be my balls on a fuckin’ platter. So I’d say it’s in our best interest to cut the bullshit and help each other out here. That is of course if you don’t want me to stick you like a pig.”

Isaac remained silent, his gaze hardening on the leader as he proposed his deal. He hated to admit it, but he wasn't in much of a position to refuse. If anything, he was lucky this thug wanted to make a deal. Glancing around with a heavy frown, a sense of disgust twisted in his gut as he glared at the passengers simply watching and recording the situation. It wasn't that much of a surprise, but it always made him sick to see people make content out of others' struggles. "Shit," he muttered under his breath as he hung his head in defeat. After taking a moment to think of his next course of action Isaac took in a steady breath and let out a long sigh, ignoring the stinging pain in his side. "I need to make a call," he stated before pointing to his pocket, unable to reach for his phone with the man's goons holding him. "My partner deals with the clients. If I don't call him now that package of yours is as good as gone," he clarified with a shrug.

The train hissed to a halt, and the passengers cleared out. The leader directed the thugs to let go of Isaac and proceeded to give him orders. "We're going to the nearby park," he instructed. "Walk with us, act natural, and don't make any sudden movements. I'll give you your shit back when we're done." The group then escorted Isaac to a secluded area at a bench by a streetlamp, with one of the goons handing Isaac his phone. "Make your call and put it on speaker. Try anything funny and we'll bleed you over the pavement." The leader took a drag on another one of Isaac's cigarettes and eyed him carefully. The other two watched as well, standing by in wait in case of a wrong move.

After following the instructions given to him and taking a seat on the bench, hissing in pain from his wounds flaring up, Isaac snatched his phone from the thug. He stared at the phone with a heavy frown, giving a final glance back up to the leader of the group and clicking his tongue in annoyance to see the bastard enjoying his smokes. Out of all the times he decides not to carry heat and it had to be today. With a defeated sigh he dialed Otto's number and leaned back in his seat, his eyes staring up at the streetlamp above him with a distant gaze. Finally, a familiar voice answered.

"Vix? What's up? Thought you were calling it a-"

"Ot, we have a change in plans," Isaac stated flatly, interrupting Otto before he could continue. A moment of silence filled the line before a heavy sigh could be heard on the other end. He knew the only time Isaac called him 'Ot' was when things had gotten serious.

"Great, changing plans always keeps me on my toes," he said dryly. "What's up?" Isaac frowned and let his gaze remain upwards to the streetlamp.

"Bring the package back, location three at drop-off point B," he instructed with irritation clear in his voice. Another moment of silence filled the line.

"Should I ask why?" he questioned with a grumble. Isaac scoffed with a bitter smirk before looking down at the phone.

"Not unless you want to start looking for a new partner," he said before looking up to the leader with a frown. The man wanted the name of who hired them, but Isaac debated for a moment before speaking up. "How big is the guy who gave the job?" he asked.

"They got a few connections, but he's no kingpin. They're just more loaded than some of the other small fries, probably just some lap dog for bigger fish. Why?"

"Get me a name along with the package. Make it look like there was a leak on his end, make any blowback less hazardous for us and the business," he instructed only to hear a dry chuckle from Otto.

"I can do that, but shit Vix, this is a real bust on my end," he grumbled before sighing lightly. "Guess I'll be busy with damage control then. I'll get it done, just give me some time to get everything in place."

"You got half an hour, make sure it's done," he said before pausing for a moment and sighing. "Sorry about this, I'll make it up to you," Isaac apologized before frowning in annoyance as Otto only let out a fit of laughter.

"Now that's rare, you, apologizing? That's usually my thing!" he only laughed some more before calming down with a sigh. "Don't worry about it, just buy me a drink later and don't get yourself killed. I'll have everything in place in a half hour," Isaac visibly relaxed a bit and nodded.

"Thanks," he muttered with a small smile before hanging up and running his hand through his hair as he looked up to the leader with a frown. "There, the package and a name will be delivered. It'll be in the Callisto district, east of the metro line," he informed him with an unpleasant expression on his face before looking down at his pack of smokes. "Mind if I have my smokes back? You guys have been a real pain today," he muttered, gesturing to the wounds covering his face.

"You're one to talk," the leader grinned, pointing to his own bandages. "Don't worry princess, we'll let you go back to your beauty sleep." He tossed Isaac back his cigarettes and directed the thugs to return his wallet. "I'd stick around and send a guy to confirm the package, but I have faith you'll follow through on your word. Next time we won't bother waking you up with a punch, just remember that." He pulled up his sleeve, taking a glance at his watch, and threw his coat over his shoulder. The three made their departure, with the leader stopping midway and still holding onto one of Isaac's business cards.

"Nice meetin' ya... Isaac. If for whatever reason my package doesn't turn up, you'll be hearing from me again. Swear to God, you've caused enough trouble for me and my little girl. Take it easy, champ."

Isaac let out a heavy sigh, leaning back in his seat and running his hand through his hair as the leader and his goons finally left. He stared up at the streetlamp with a hardened expression, his mind lingering on the man's last statement. What was he talking about when he said mentioned his little girl? There weren't any children in that shithole they brawled in. It made him a bit uneasy, but the pain from his wounds kept him from thinking any farther on the subject, hissing in pain as he forced himself off the bench. "Son of bitch," he muttered as he began to make his way to the metro line, a slight limp accompanying him along the way. As he walked along, he thought about who that man worked for and what the hell that package was. Otto said this would have been a simple job, nothing too hot that would blow up on him. Yet here he was, beaten and his reputation as a freelance most likely in danger thanks to this blunder. His shoulders slumped slightly as he couldn't wrap his tired mind around the situation anymore, the only thought being of a warm shower, a cold beer along with some painkillers, and a soft bed to rest his bruised and exhausted body. Things looked bleak at the moment but with a long sigh, he steeled his nerves as he reached the metro line and entered the train. He'll bounce back and figure out what to do, he always does. For now, all he could do was collect himself, heal his wounds and plan his next move.
Arthur Lupin





Silence. Nothing but silence answered his prayers as he knelt before his Goddess. It was nothing new, any prayers he's whispered on his journey as always gone unanswered, but he had hoped that she would make an exception just this one time in this holy place. As disappointment filled his hazy mind Arthur felt a hand rest on his shoulder and flinched in surprise as he was pulled from his thoughts. Looking up to see an old groundskeeper looking down at him with a concerned expression. A heavy frown came to Arthur's face from the man's words, letting them sink in as he slowly rose to his feet. A small sigh escaped him as he gave a slight nod, forcing a strained smile as he met the groundskeeper's eyes. "I will sir, thank you for your kind words," he thanked him before giving one last glance up to his Goddesses statue. His gaze hardened as the strange feeling in his chest stirred again. Shaking off the odd feeling and looking back to the groundskeeper, Arthur gave his farewells and made his way out of the temple grounds, the weight on his shoulders heavier than ever. Well, at least he tried.

Not wanting to get too far behind in his investigation he cleared his head of any doubts and debated where his next destination should be. Soon he sensed two of his fellow Envoys nearby and looked towards the city's library. Two heads were better than one so adding a third head should make things easier, right? Wasting no time, he made his way to the library and would soon spot Liora speaking with two guards outside the library. He couldn't pick up the conversation, but he did catch a glimpse of Rean casting some type of spell that helped her rise from the ground to an open window in a building across from the library. It didn't take long for Arthur to piece things together and sighed, scratching his head as he started to think of what to do next. Glancing at Liora and the guards he figured he'd leave the talking bit of the plan to her, plus he didn't want to take the chance of making the soldiers suspicious of a new face joining the conversation. Looking back to Rean as she managed to make it up to the window and back to the walls surrounding the library he decided it was time to give his limbs a bit of a workout.

Making sure to stay out of sight of the guards Arthur made his way to the alleyway between the library and the building Rean was in. He gave her a quick wave from below as he crept up to the side of the building and held up a finger to signal her to give him a second. Sizing up the wall of the building in front of him he rolled his shoulders, clenched and unclenched his fingers, and took a deep breath before running up to the wall and leaping up to begin scaling up towards her. Finding a path up the wall was easy work for Arthur, his time training his agility and nimbleness paying off as he made his way up to the window. "Greetings," he whispered with a slight smile to Rean, hanging from the wall next to the window. "Apologies for being late, but I'll try to find a way across from above. Maybe scope the place out to make sure it's clear," he said in a hushed tone before continuing his climb, doing his best to make as little noise as possible from his assent.
Alright sweet! I'll DM you later then after I get done with a few errands today.
My bad, it was pretty late when I asked the question so forgive the vagueness, wasn't all there. Anyway what I wanted know is if it was okay if I made up my own dialogue for thugs? Because with Isaac there's no way he'll tell the thugs anything, it would ruin is reputation as a freelance. He's definitely not making it out of this without a few more bruises. He's definitely not up for an all out brawl and will do his best to talk his way out of it, but I just didn't know if you wanted to do the talking for the thugs or if it was alright if I did?

Still a bit groggy, just woke up, but hopefully this question is better.
@Vermicelli
Actually, I was wondering just how much freedom I have in Isaac's current dilemma? Didn't want to derail anything you may have planned for this.@Vermicelli
@Vermicelli
Sorry for the wait, I'll try to have something up tonight. Been a bit busy.

Arthur Lupin





As Arthur and his fellow Envoys discussed their plans, he noticed the group of soldiers enter the tavern. Upon instinct, he tensed and grazed his fingers across his rapier but relaxed as they seemed to be off duty. Even though he was no longer a soldier, he had spent a great deal of time avoiding contact with the Twin Kingdoms' forces out of fear of being mistaken for a spy for the Empire. He shuddered at the memories of those long cold nights before brushing them off and watching the off-duty soldiers sit at the counter to order their drinks. Tapping on the table and drowning out the others around him, Arthur listened to their conversation, frowning in thought as they mentioned apparent disappearances out in the farmlands. A slight smirk of amusement came to his face as he heard them talking about metal monsters from the Empire. In a sense, those things were pretty monstrous in the field, but they were nothing more than Nuniel’s newest toys to throw at their enemies.

Arthur was soon removed from the guard's conversation as Rean and Liora excused themselves to begin their investigations. A small sigh escaped him as he watched them leave, figuring it was best to get started, even though he wanted to rest a bit longer. “Might as well follow suit and take a look around the city,” Arthur muttered before forcing himself from his seat with a groan. “Good luck to the rest of you,” he said with a firm nod to the remaining party members before taking his leave from the table and exiting the tavern.

A long breath left the tired Envoy and looked around the docks, his hand resting atop his rapier as he pondered where to start investigating. Soon his eyes fell upon the city's temple peeking over the buildings surrounding it, and he gripped his weapon tighter. But, of course, they were sent here by their masters, so perhaps there was something to be found on holy ground. Deciding to visit his Goddess and seek her aid, Arthur began to make his way to the temple. Walking in silence through the streets of the capital, he did his best to ignore the weight growing heavier on his shoulders, a frown coming to his face as his tired eyes kept a wary gaze on his surroundings. Even here in the city, he couldn’t help but feel on edge, waiting for the slightest shadow he passed to lunge out at him.

Luckily he arrived at the temple with no issues and stood at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the smaller temples erected for worship. A slight chill ran up his spine as he began to climb the stairs, the already heavy weight on his shoulders growing even greater until he finally reached the top. His eyes widened with slight awe as he saw the statues of different gods. It took him a few minutes to remember why he was here, and he continued. It took him little time to find the temple of Astarte and came to a stop before the statue. A heavy breath escaped him before he fell to his knees and bowed his head before his goddess. For a moment, a strange feeling filled his chest, a sense he couldn’t figure out, and he decided to shake it off once it started making him uneasy.

“My Goddess, I have arrived at my destination and found my kin like you had instructed. Together we will carry out the God's will and claim victory,” he swore in a calm voice before bowing his head lower and planting his hands on the stone below her altar. “Your loyal servant begs of you, Astarte, where must we go to find our next task? What evils must we face?” he pleads under his breath as he keeps his head low before Astarte. Arthur was unsure if praying to his Goddess for help would work, but it was better to try than not.

Arthur Lupin





Arthur gave a polite nod to the Silver-haired Aasimar as she greeted him, arching a brow slightly from her comment of biting unless asked. It was odd, but he couldn’t help but smirk in amusement as he settled himself in his seat. He could sense her connection to the god of debauchery, so he could already tell she’d probably be a handful in their future travels together. At least his time on the roads wouldn’t be dull anymore. With a raised hand to flag down a passing waitress, he ordered water for his parched throat and bread to fill his stomach with something other than dust. “Arthur Lupin, by the way,” he introduced himself with a nod and cleared his throat as he waited for his drink. While waiting for his order, he took the chance to get a good look at his fellow Envoys. They seemed like an exciting bunch, primarily humans, a few Aasimar, and a single Dragonborn. The Dragonborn caught his eye the most, though being a fellow Envoy of one of the Gods of war piqued his interest. He wondered silently what Anhurs Envoy was capable of in battle and looked forward to seeing his skills in action.

As his order finally arrived, his attention was taken away by a Dwarf who’d introduced himself as Dargas. Arthur gave a curt nod to the Innkeeper and began enjoying his simple meal, the water tasting almost sweet on his tongue and the bread feeling like a gift from the gods themselves. At the moment, he felt like a King. A dirty, poor, exhausted King. As he tended to his meal, he listened as Dargas explained the need for adventurers like them and pointed out the noticeboard near the entrance if they were interested. Arthur glanced to the board with slight interest, swallowing a mouthful of water and bread as he squinted to read what he could. He knew they were all here for one mission for their Gods, but the empty feeling in his coin pouch nearly made him wince in pain. Looking down at the worn and weathered equipment Arthur currently owned, there was no doubt in his mind that an upgrade to what he now had would be necessary if he wanted to be of any use. Arthur was lucky enough to have run into a shady traveling merchant who was willing to trade him a set of leather armor for his Nuniel armor. In addition, the merchant asked for a small donation ensuring he wouldn’t tell passing patrols about Arthur. A small donation that left him without a coin to his name. He frowned at the memory but couldn’t deny that his new change in appearance made his travels through the Twin Kingdoms much easier.

A small sigh escaped him as he shook off the memory and looked over to Vyandar as he spoke up about their first steps. Arthur could only nod in agreement as he picked at his bread. Without any coin or resources, they wouldn’t get anything done. As he mentioned raiding the Empire, a slight frown came to his face, and he held back a scoff at the idea. He may have no longer been a soldier for the Empire, but as capable as they may be, that would only be a death sentence. “Agreed, we’ll need some source of income if we want to get anywhere. Besides, I need to buy a new set of armor. I think at this point, the dullest sword in the world could run me through with ease,” he chuckled with a bitter smile as he ran a gloved hand over his worn leather chest piece.

Arthur glanced over as Aurelian spoke up and mentioned having the favor of the local Marshal would be in their best interest. Arthur couldn’t argue with that, though he loathed the idea of helping a Lord of any kind. Arthur had only heard a few rumors of the Lord being a man of the people, but he couldn’t accept it. If they had to interact with the man in any capacity, he’d leave it to his fellow Envoys. “I suppose it’d help us get an early start,” he mumbled with reluctance. “I say we think before accepting just any large request from them. You never know what men in power like him have planned behind the scenes. A so-called Lord of the people can be the most deceitful,” Arthur stated with a slight frown before sipping his drink.

“I could look around the capital and see if I can find anything on this prophecy. I’m not too familiar with the city, but I’m sure I can find my way around. Meanwhile, you all can restock on supplies and prepare or aid in the search,” Arthur said, shrugging as Lutatia suggested searching for any rumors about the prophecy. “Though I would prefer if you didn’t take any request on your own. Pegasus flier or not, we shouldn’t get too ahead of ourselves. We were tasked with an important mission by our masters. To lose even one of us could jeopardize our goal completely,” he stated with a serious tone as his dull brown eyes gazed down into his mug of water before letting out a small sigh. “Though I suppose I don’t need to remind you of that,” he shrugged before downing the last rest of his drink and running a hand through his messy hair. “I may feel like a walking corpse, but I’m ready to start when you all are.”
As Isaac tended to his wounds he listened to Star weigh in her opinion, his frown growing heavier as she spoke. There was truth in her words, there always was, but he hated that the most. Her statement of him having a choice stung, knowing he did in fact have a choice but still led his life by the gun and the credits that can be gained through blood. He was always aware of the risk he faced in this line of work and hated hearing it out loud. He winced as she told him to think about those who cared for him if he didn't care for himself, hiding his shameful frown through the pain of his wounds as he tended to them. Isaac looked back up to Star to say something but found it was too late as she had already left the booth and disappeared into the nightclub. He stared off into the busy bar in thought before letting out a heavy sigh, applying the last of his bandages and downing the rest of his drink with a frown.

He knew she was right, he's known for a while now, but what was he to do? Taking up the gun and selling his skills to others was the only reason he's come this far! He feels pride in his work, but why did he feel sick about it at the same time? He was making a living, he's crawled his way from those damn slums and come so close to the top! So why... why did all of his achievements feel so empty? Would he not be satisfied until he's killed by some prick who got off a lucky shot? Maybe he had already chosen to be stupid. The questions floating in his mind only grew more frustrating by the second as he glared into his empty glass, but before he could sink any further into his head he was pulled away as Aurora approached his booth and began wiping it down.

As she assured him of Star simply worrying about him he sunk into his seat, unsure if she really did but keeping it to himself as he stared down at the table. After clearing the table Isaac looked up to her as she began to speak of her past, slightly surprised by the gesture as she tried to reach out to him. It was completely out of character for her, but he listened anyways with a thoughtful look in his eyes. She never went into details about the struggles she went through, but he wouldn't pry. As she stated she was happy with her choice of coming here he looked to the table, deep in thought as he let her words sink in. He smiled softly as she said she'd take care of his tab and chuckled as she went back to work. A slow sigh escaped his lips as he spent a few more moments on his thoughts before pushing himself out of his seat with a groan, doing his best to push past his throbbing wounds.

Grabbing his coat and easing himself back into it Isaac made his way to the bar where Aurora was working. After digging into his wallet he slipped enough cash to pay for his tab and a generous tip her way. "Have a good night Aurora," he said before flashing her a friendly smile. "And thanks," he muttered before making his way to the club's exit. Once exiting the club he let out a heavy sigh as he was greeted by the nightlife of the Carme Promenade. Checking the time he decided it was a good time to call it a day, but before that, he would give Otto a call. As he began making his way to the metro line he waited for his partner to pick up, making sure to avoid or push past the crowds in his way. Soon enough a familiar voice answered the call. "Hey Vix, what's up? Was a just about to meet up with our clientele for payment."

"Otto, I wanted to let you know to hold off on any more clients for a bit," Isaac stated simply as he spotted the entrance to the metro.

"What? Seriously? Dude I know you're a bit banged up but I've been hearing about some really decent-paying jobs from some high rollers. Like, really big high rollers. If we don't go for em now we'll miss a really fat payday," he said, Isaac noticing a hint of frustration in his voice as he spoke about missing the chance to get paid. Isaac rolled his eyes though as he entered the metro line.

"I'm not budging on this Otto, no jobs. For now anyway. I need to get some things settled. Besides, I won't be any good in this state," he said with a stern tone as he waited for the next train to arrive.

"But Vix-"

"Otto! No. Jobs," he stated firmly with a frown. Otto was silent for a moment before a groan could be heard from the other line.

"Fine, no jobs. Get better soon Vix," he said with a defeated tone in his voice, Isaac noting a bit of nervousness in his voice towards the end. Before he could speak again Otto hung up first and left Isaac alone on the line. A heavy sigh escaped him as he shoved his phone back into his pants and stepped onto the train and took a seat alone. His tired mind drifted off to his thoughts, thinking of what Star and Aurora had to say tonight. Did he really have a choice anymore when it came to his future? Could there really be something else for him? Those questions floated in his mind as he closed his eyes and relaxed in his seat as the train took off.
Arthur Lupin





How far has he walked by now? How often was he driven off the path of his mission by inconvenience after inconvenience? How much farther did he have to travel until he could take the first step in his true journey? These were the questions floating through Arthurs's mind as he walked along an empty dirt road with only his thoughts to keep him company. His tired eyes drifted up towards the sky, slowly roaming from cloud to cloud as he tried to ignore the weight of his exhausted body. He grimaced from the feeling of dirt and grime coating his body, the urge to jump into the nearest body of water nearly overwhelming to resist.

His thoughts drifted off towards the first few weeks after his rebirth as Astarte’s Envoy, vivid memories of a battle scorched land being his first introduction to this world. It took him nearly a week to escape No Man's Land, forcing and sneaking his way east through the warzone since he stood little chance of breaking through the twin kingdom's front lines himself. Thanks to a rather brutal push from the Empire he was able to slip through unnoticed past the enemies line and reach the river separating Latis. The memory of crossing those chilling waters in the night, the sound of magiarms firing off in unison and steel clashing together still echoing in his mind.

Arthur was soon brought out of his thoughts as the sight of his destination came into view, the merchant city of Coris. A moment of silence hung over him as he stared at the city, the feeling of his fellow envoy's presence growing stronger. His grip on the hilt of his rapier tightened slightly as he gave a silent prayer to his Astarte, ignoring the slightly sickening twist in his gut as he quietly asked for her blessing. With a steady breath he continued on towards the city's gates, his weary and dirty body yearning to finally meet his fellow envoys and rest his sore feet.

—-

“Huh,” was all he could say as he stood in the middle of the busy marketplace, his eyes exploring his surroundings with a bit of surprise at how lively this place was. From the hazy memories of his host, he remembered the Imperial markets were never this vibrant or diverse. It was an interesting sight and he had the urge to explore a little more, but the sensation of growing closer to his fellow Envoys was too strong to ignore. Besides, Arthur didn’t have a coin to his name to spend. With a small sigh of disappointment, he moved on through the market while doing his best to ignore the food stands he passed, barely acknowledging the rumbling in his stomach. “Almost there, almost there,” he mumbled under his breath as he weaved through the crowds with ease.

After turning several corners and following the sound of the sea Arthur soon reached the docks, the presence of the others stronger than it has ever been. His tired eyes soon fell upon a nearby tavern and felt his heart skip a beat. “There,” he muttered under his breath before straightening his poster and making a beeline for the establishment. Weeks upon weeks of endless walking, running, and even fighting had all brought him here for this moment. The first step in his mission was about to be accomplished. A shudder ran up his spine at the fact, wondering what could possibly await him in the coming future.

With a steady breath he entered the Red Snapper and scanned the tavern with a stoic gaze, searching for his new comrades. It took little time to pick them out amongst the other customers and felt a heavy weight be lifted from his shoulders. Even dirtied, exhausted, and starving, he still crawled his way to the merchant city and found his fellow Envoys. After clearing his throat and wiping some dirt from his cheek he made his way toward the group, easily weaving his way through the tables and patrons. Once reaching them he gave a slight bow before taking a nearby seat to join them. “Greetings, sorry for being late,” he apologized before letting out a sigh of relief, the feeling of getting off his feet almost divine.
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