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Arton stood in silence as the conversation continued but his body posture was far from relaxed. The simple fact was that, with the Blight coursing through his veins, he would not be able to articulate any of this thoughts or grievances without causing a stir. For that, he took comfort in the full-plate he had acquired from Dirk and the great helm with its griffon wings on the sides. Arton had ensured that its utility made the various pieces of armor he had collected nearly obsolete. He had to keep his direct gaze away from the grovemasters or else his animosity towards them would be easily read. They would disrespect his master and take away someone he could truly count on. It was a bitter reality to swallow since he could hardly afford to draw attention to himself.

[color=537DAE]"We shall see it done. You will see with our actions we act with survival of Ibros in mind."[/color] Arton spoke plainly at last towards the grove masters, lowering his head in strained deference.

That was at least his motivation, at least, for joining this team. He found himself strongly agreeing with Rudolf. Arton did not know for how much longer his body would be fit for battle. Perhaps undergoing this trial would also show him the path to his own salvation. Neve had mentioned that there was a healer more skilled than herself, but he had seen no signs of her presence during their time here. Surely such a person would be one of the grovermasters, but that didn't appear true. He could ask them but the revelation of his condition might shatter the fragile accord they have just made. Arton resigned himself. He would just have to struggle for a little longer.