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Revenge would frown at Abby's suggestion. "I'm... not terribly comfortable with the idea. I'd like to discuss it with you, but it can wait until after this meeting, at least."

Still holding Abby's hands, he would sigh... but suddenly turn to Petra when spoke up. He would look to Abby and Twyla, then back to Petra once more, before finally addressing the first two.

"You two go on ahead in. Abby, you hired Valac as a bodyguard, so you should be fine without me there. If we hear fighting break out, I'll be there in a heartbeat. If we have to leave the inn in a hurry, two sets hands would be better suited to getting the wagon ready than just one."

Not waiting for Abby's or Twyla's approval, Revenge would release his wife's hands and climb back into the wagon.

Valac would just choose a table with no one present and sit waiting for his ales and meal.

Valac would relocates to where Abby has sat down with the shady individual.

Kuori would sit beside the shady figure, still trying to make sure that she had a clear line of sight to the door. If Twyla or Valac got to those seats first she wouldn't object, but the Goliath, paranoid as ever, would not let Abby sit within swinging distance of the man. If she tried, she would get a hand on the shoulder, a grunt, and a head nod telling her to move down the line. She takes out her knife and sets it on the table, spinning it around in its sheath.

((Note: I do mean knife and not dagger, this thing isn't big at all.))
Perception: 18

Petra continues to sit silently in her corner as Revenge peers outside the wagon. Nothing strikes him as out of the ordinary. The normal hubbub of life on main street continues on as normal. It occurs to him that he hasn't spent much time alone with Petra due to her trying to give him space to be with Abby. "So, how do you think this guy will be able to help us? It seems like we are pretty much trapped in here. "



As the party approaches the table they see the young man looks to be in his early twenties with a medium build. He has sandy blond hair with piercing blue eyes. As everyone takes their seats around the table he lets out a sigh of relief and smiles. He greets everyone cheerfully. "Thank goodness, I wasn't sure if you would actually come. I'm afraid I didn't recognize a few of you when you first came in since you weren't at the garrison. My name is Arthur and, uh, I'm a member of the Elite Arian Guard. Now, before you get all jumpy, as I can sense the tension already, I became a member of their ranks so I could infiltrate them." The cheerfulness drops out of his voice as his look became serious. "They took someone very special to me... and did terrible things to her. Now I need to find her."

The Arthur would turn to look at Abby. "You... you're one of the ones they are looking for; you were recognized as soon as you came into town by the sketches we were provided. Thankfully, we were ordered not to make any moves until reinforcements arrived. Our numbers here are pretty thin and stretched out over the entire town. We were simply here to monitor the situation. I don't think the higher ups were expecting us to encounter you."

Though Arthur was trying to sound cheerful, more and more emotion began to enter his voice. "Now, I want to help you guys get out of here before those reinforcements get here, and I was hoping you guys could give me some information in return."

Arthur reaches into his pocket and pulls out a folded piece of paper. He unfolds the paper and places it on the table for everyone to see. It is a sketch for Petra, identical to the ones that the group had found on the Arian soldiers in Lupa. Arthur continues on, his voice becomes distraught. "Her... her name is Maywen. She was human like me once, and Aria took her away and did this to her, but I don't care, she's still my Maywen and I have a promise to keep." Arthur looked to be fighting back tears now as his voice got almost pleading. "So please, tell me anything you know. You might have known her, I know she escaped the same time the rest of you did. I have to find her and get her to safety before these Arian bastards can get their hands on her again."

Petra would look up at Kuori and answer succinctly. "Yes, what is it?" However no sooner did she speak then she immediately looked confused "...wait. How do you know my old name? I haven't told anyone that, not even Abby."

Valac's eyes narrowed, if it was just him he'd be attacking 'Arthur' right now but he waited on a cue from the others with him.

Revenge would frown, while still facing away from Petra. "I... honestly believe this person believes he or she can help us. Whether they actually can or not, is a story that has yet to unfold," Revenge would say flatly.

He would wait and watch silently for a few minutes.

"Earlier..." he would start to say, "Twyla suggested that Abby change her appearance." A pause. "While that would be... useful... I don't think the benefit would outweigh the cost. Aria's already seen us with her, it wouldn't help disguise who she truly was. But I'm also not very comfortable with it either. She's lost so much already to them, I'd hate for her to lose anything else, you know?" Turning and looking at Petra with a sad look, he would start to ask, "You've been with her longer... at least as far as her memory serves. Do you think she'd really be okay with-"

Turning his head suddenly, he would see Kuori walk out of the inn and approach them. "It's barely been five minutes."

Kuori would have her brief exchange with Petra, and Revenge would look back and forth between the two. "I knew a Petra growing up, but I can't say I've ever known a Maywin," he's say matter-of-factly, referring to the way he had talked with her when they had first met.

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(This next part applies only if Petra goes to leave the wagon; if she doesn't, ignore, and I'll remove it after the next DM post):

Not knowing who Arthur was, Revenge would move to grab hold of Petra's shoulder to halt her before she disembarked the wagon. "Be careful; from my experience, it seems that Aria has a way of opening old wounds. Wall your heart for the moment, and don't get your hopes up. I don't want you to get hurt." After that advice, he'd let her go.

Revenge would remain for now. Having someone on the outside might be all that stood between the group getting trapped in a building, so someone had to watch in case Aria moved against them sooner than expected.

Plus, he hadn't been keeping track of time, but most, if not all, of that hour has probably been used up, so he was expecting company soon.