Arthur Stanford
Location: Dining Pavilion
Skills: N/A
Skills: N/A
Andy really was a lot more direct in her disdain than Arthur was, but he wasn't about to critique her for that; different styles for different people. As he watched Cassian though, and his reaction, Arthur felt something similar to fear rise through him. Maybe it was that there were too many unknowns about Cassian, or that fact that he did not at all expect him to control himself that well, but he turned his head a bit as he looked up at him. Maybe trading social punches with a spawn of the God of Madness wasn't the best plan for his long term mental health.
Instead of running though, he smiled, and decided to try to be a little friendlier. "Well, now that we're introduced, I'm still not clear on what you want." He noted, giving a bit of a confused look at him. Cassian seemed like the the type of person who desperately wanted people to think that he was important, or at the very least needed attention. So, he figured he'd take actions to deprive him of that, "If that's all-" He was about to say, before a camper tripped and fell in front of him, before yelling at him. He exhaled, more annoyed than anything, but he held his tongue. As people started to flock over, he nodded, saying, "Some people don't know how to look where they're walking, it's fine."