[b][h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color]Argo III: Upperdeck -> Cargo Hold
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	Arthur flinched as the Gryphon crashed onto their ship, not ready for another fight. His hand trembled towards his knife, but as Rebecca started to tend towards it, he relaxed a bit. It was good to see that this wasn't all fighting and death, but that they were trying to help things too. He was a bit scared to approach it but as he was directed to help Rebecca care for it, he gave a nervous look over towards it, keeping his distance. He nodded at his directions, not at all minding putting some distance between him and the beast, and headed down towards the cargo hold.

	As he entered, he realized he had no idea what kind of herbs he was looking for, so he was kind of in a tough situation. He wasn't an apothecary by any means, so sending him down with no real instructions might not have been the best idea. Rummaging through barrels and working his way back, he eventually found something back there that looked vaguely herb shaped. Figuring that was his best shot, he grabbed as much of it as he could manage, and started heading back to the deck, taking a breath for a moment as he did. It was nice to be away from everyone, giving him a chance to just calm down and decompress.