Arthur comes across you trying your hardest to light a torch in the rain, smirks a little watching you strike your flint with no success. He puts one hand on your shoulder and says Please, allow me. With a wave of his other hand, the end of the torch bursts into flames itself and now you can see more clearly how young he is. He looks you up and down. Oh, are you an adventurer? You wouldn’t happen to need a wizard or mage to join you?
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