[b][h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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	Arthur nodded towards Madsa as she asked for them to hang back to chat in private. He didn't know what she'd want, but whatever it was, he was happy to indulge her. One thing he didn't understand was the Roman politics. He vaguely knew they had some form of organizational structure that the Greeks were sorely lacking, but he had no idea what that actually looked like, or the powers that being a member of their "government" entailed. Whatever it was, it seemed fraught with intrigue and competing interests, so he might bother Nancy or Niah and try to learn more about it in the future.

	As the group began to dissipate, and it was just the three of them, Arthur cocked his head at the question. He didn't know [i]what[/i] was real anymore, but he had never suspected werewolves. "[color=4286f4]Uh, people that turn into wolves? Full moon and silver and all that stuff?[/color]" He asked, confused as to why she was asking.  "[color=4286f4]Are they real? Or...[/color]" His brain then kicked in, and he realized that there was a very short list of why should could be asking, "[color=4286f4]Are you one? That's cool![/color]" Arthur said, smiling. His friend being able to morph into a giant dog sounded amazing, and he was on board for it.