Arthur 1st Lore Entry

No clouds above, in a moonless sky. No wind present, in a lightly dry heat. A clocktower had struck the hour of Lime a few minutes ago. The Arena is empty, except for one sound. Quietly clanking footsteps come from the direction of the Arena barracks. The night remains still, and unaware. The guards had been drinking tonight.

A shadow moves about, and no one sees it. A few scant torches catch glimpses of a red cloaked figure. It stops at the edge of the Arena's main entrance. The figure turns suddenly to hide behind a barrel of lamp oil. The next shift won't be arriving for a couple more hours. Arthur, Mercenary of the Arena, considers that their imagination might be getting to them. The stout figure of the warrior stands back up, and with a single movement scales the wall and drops silently onto the ground of the other side.

A long courtyard spreads out into Arthur's vision. Nostalgia and a sense of quiet eeriness creeps into Arthur's thoughts. There's quiet and there's...

The mercenary slips and moves from pillar to pillar through the cover of the courtyard's dense and numerous rose bushes. Bloody red. Arthur is not pleased with this level of self-distraction.

Movement.

Arthur turns to hear a footfall in the opposite direction. "Love..." a voice whispers from behind Arthur. "Did you really think you would take off without me?"

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