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Arthur held his breath, and let out a rather tense sigh. He was hoping Kaii would accept Captain Stowett as his sponsor, but the fox was interested in him. The marten's ears folded back in a rare moment of shame, and he hesitated. "I'm... touched that you'd want me to be your sponsor, after all...

Arthur choked on his tea with a laugh at the mystic's confession, and for a brief moment, a playful spark lit up in his eyes. "At first I became ill. After one week, I feared I would die -- and after two, I feared I wouldn't!" he said, a boyish grin spreading over his muzzle. Such gallows humor...

As Kaii began the process of fetching the blueprints, Arthur set his bowl and rice cake down to search for his reading glasses. He patted his pockets, until finding them in his breastpocket. In a practiced ritual, he rubbed them with his hankerchief, and carefully put them across the bridge of...

I'd like to spend 10k on Arthur, to raise his Intimidation from 2 to 4, raising to total of 17 points. Edit: Done and Influence taken by Nicolas

Sitting was a luxury not often afforded on the Hide. Old marten that he was, he didn't seem to mind sitting on the floor. He waited for the fox to return, and took a rice cake to nibble on while he listened. Kaii was quite the busy beast, and seemed to have vast amounts of esoteric knowledge to...

Arthur's head nodded once. Staying awake was an exercise in futility. Earlier, he'd looked off towards a wall, too ashamed to meet the gaze of the beasts that came to his aide. But now, he was too tired to even lift his head. All he knew was the comforting weight of Berchar's paw on his...

Arthur dipped his bowl to drink -- but was caught off guard by Kaii's addition to the toast. He raised his bowl again, before drinking with the fox. The marten was quite the drinker, and forgot that others didn't drink as frequently as he did. For him, it was the first time he hadn't drank alone...

Arthur sighed, and let out a little rumble at the apology. There were still things left unsaid... but now wasn't the time to split hairs. It was a heartfelt gesture. Conflicted as he was, the marten couldn't turn it down. He raised his glass, and nodded. "And I'm sorry for my short temper. To...

A sour look washed over Arthur's face every time Thistle complimented him -- told him he was brave, or courageous, or talked about there being no shame in something or other. The marten opened his mouth again to protest, but wasn't quick enough to slip a word in. He resigned himself to enduring...

Arthur couldn't help the playful smile that spread over his face. Kaii didn't seem to be terribly bothered by the... ermherm. State of affairs. The marten had grown up in a different time himself, and wasn't unused to such things. There was a certain fraternal intimacy it fostered -- though that...

Arthur smiled gently, and cast a glance over at Finn's hammock. The doctor's tense mood seemed to have dissolved at the mention of Finnian -- even he could see the scene playing out in his mind. But his eyebrows pinched together. "Ah... folly is bound up in his young heart, Mr. Songfox. He's a...

It hadn't been too difficult getting Kaii's address. The ship's register wasn't hard to get your paws on. Still, the address caught him off guard. Kaii had the mannerisms of a rather eccentric beast at times, so perhaps the rumors were true. The rain started that morning -- a pleasant drizzle...

Arthur felt like he was on the Hide in the midst of a storm. The floor pitched and churned, spinning and twisting underneath him. And then, the needle dug into his pelt. He let out a muffled groan, and clenched his eyes shut. Stitches were unpleasant... ...but her skill was evident. The...

Upon closer inspection, the marten looked incredibly weary. His eyes were somewhat sunken, his fur disheveled -- and he gave an uncomfortable shrug of his shoulder as if it bothered him. His clothes were clean at least... though they'd need a wash. The scent of alcohol and tobacco was hard to...

Arthur gently brushed the todd's fur aside to see how the wound was healing. In stark contrast to his rough demeanor, he held Silv's wrist as gently as a newborn dibbun. Even as he twisted and rolled it over, he carefully supported the limb at the elbow. It would feel almost completely...