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Arton stood behind Miina as she initiated negotiations with the plump man, looming over the proceedings like her personal guard. His features were largely indistinct under the coverage of his plate armor. Everywhere he turned to pointed in the same direction Miina's own investigations pointed. An unorthodox cleric by the name of Soriel that seemed somewhat opposed to the current grove-masters on matters of principle. Rumor had it that she regularly marched through the area of the country most affected by the Blight and would burn down what could not be saved. It was hard to imagine that Miina's brother had ended up with her of all people.

He stepped forward after Miina had spoken. His voice had grown hoarse, as if he was afflicted by a sore throat. [color=537DAE]"Soriel's a great healer, right? Besides location, what else can you provide?"[/color] Arton spoke as few words as he could. The soreness in his throat had deepened his voice which reverberated in the enclosed metal helmet he wore. It had been his own initiative to operate as Miina's personal bodyguard. He only hoped she would forgive him for leaving much of the future talking in her hands.