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[centre][color=6ecff6][b]Artos Bane[/b][/color][/centre]



Artos turned his attention to the one introducing herself as Jessie Link and merely nodded politely, not because he was rude or disinterested, but because he was completely unsure of what 'legit' meant. Was it code for something he was not aware of, some sort of hint to this Travis fellow about Felix perhaps. Artos' hand kept very close to his sword hilt for a brief moment but quickly forced the thought out before it could poison his judgement and ruin his masters plans. Besides, if anything could take care of itself it was Felix. Memories of the failed attempts to even damage him came to mind. 

Jessie dismissed herself as quickly as she came, a veritable whirlwind of activity that one, leaving Travis and the cryomancer alone once more in the large unfamiliar housing. Artos crossed his arms and thought over how best he could be of help to Felix and the answer came to him when he realized what he himself brought to the group.

[color=00aeef]"People with power and questions often seek the answers held by Scholars. Such is just history. So long as we travel with Master Felix as companions, what say I offer you my protection so your attentions can better serve your further enlightenment?"[/color] 

To his simple thinking it was almost an impossible to refuse request. Anyone with eyes could see that the pale skinned swordsman was seeking a fight, and following around someone who might nose too close to trouble was always bound to find one. A common partnership in the north and one he hoped the southern people adopted as well. What new foes and battles would he find in this mans quest to save the world from itself!

[color=6ecff6]"Apologies, but I believe Miss Links sudden departure is a sign we too should find a place to call our own for the, what I assume, is night, around these parts. Please consider my offer tonight." 
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Artos performed a deep bow, one meant to show respect as an equal to an individual, and left the room unguided. Some wanderings later he found a small room in the basement that was already very cold and what seemed to be largely unused. A bit of channeling was all it took to make the room his own, bringing the temperature again well below freezing. Another trip from the basement had him returning with a large bucket of water, to which he promptly splashed on the wood ground, whereupon it froze into his desired effect. Unused to much comfort he created a simple slab of ice and draped a nearby cloth atop it, laying down and letting the cold familiarity of his home soothe him to sleep while the restorative effects of his magic brought him back to fighting fit ever so slowly.