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Arton grimaced under the protection of his helm, his eyes narrowing at the sparse information thrown their way free of charge. Their mark was seeming more and more like some new myth constructed to soothe the worried citizens. Honestly, he didn't like the feeling he was getting from this country. Everything here seemed like kindling for a civil war that just needed the right spark. A valiant hero doing their best to protect the people from disaster while the traditional heads of government did little. It made sense now why their arrival was met with less than open arms. Assistance from a foreign power may erode what remained of the grovemasters' authority. Arton went to rub his temple with his hand and was met with the disappointing clink of metal against metal. He uttered a silent sigh. Better to leave that kind of thinking to Ciradyl and Esben.

The amount was utterly ridiculous and his gaze turned down to Miina. No way she would be carrying that kind of funds even if she did have it. His companion seemed to share his view on the price. Arton admitted it was an almost believe lie as it might actually be true, though he knew it was not her reason for being here. He shifted anxiously in place as it was clear he would be expected to speak next.

This man had to be at least an ally of Soriel. There was no reason to charge such an exorbitant fee for a vague area that might already be out of date. Arton undid some of the clasps that held his gauntlet to his arm and slide all the way off, leather under glove included. A faint, but pungent, odor wafted from the unveiled flesh. Dark lines replaced veins and the skin took on a sickly gray color. It was a huge gamble, but one they couldn't afford not to make if he was to get better and Miina reunite with her brother.

[color=537DAE]"Sir, I heard about Soriel from our dear friend Neve Shadesbough. I don't know how much time I have left and she might be the only one capable of healing me. Please...if it means I can be cured and Miina can learn under her, I'll do anything you ask."[/color] He pleaded, bowing his head and crossing one arm over his chest. As he relaxed from his position, he slide the gauntlet back on and fastened the straps tightly once more.