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Arthur cracks open an eye, glancing at the newcomer. He raises from his bedroll to a sitting position, a jaw-cracking yawn making its way out of him. His hand reflexively finds his sword's scabbard, but the mercenary doesn't grab for it, only laying his hand over it. [colour=lightgreen]"Whawasit...?"[/colour] he slurs, still half-asleep.

He snatches the poster from Ludwig's fingers, squinting down at it for a minute, before handing it back. [colour=lightgreen]"Oh, that. Yer pretty late to the party, lad. The others all left for the inn, as far as I'm aware. Pretty sure I'm the only one sleepin' here tonight."[/colour] Another yawn shakes Arthur's large frame. [colour=lightgreen]"Sleep I'm lookin' forward to goin' back to, if ya don't mind. Go look fer the Captain if ya wanna know more, he's the one in charge of this whole thing. Should be somewhere in the building..."[/colour]

With those words, Arthur lays back down, wrapping himself tightly in his travel blanket, his soft snoring quickly filling the room again.