<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/6p7ffSf.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">A deep chuckle rolled through Arthur when finally she admitted to the hunger that rumbled through her. What serious was spawned from the conversation at hand was easily passed over now that acceptance was given and she seemed ready to move onto different topics. “In two days time guards will come for you and bring you to meet Mikael and the others. At that point you’ll learn what your tasks may include.”<br/><br/>With that he pulled himself from his seat and extended his hand across the way to her, “You are in luck,” He commented, the corners of his lips curling upwards into a wide smile, “I’m aware of an excellent cook nearby, but I must insist that you allow me to take you to lunch. It is the very least that I can do after disrupting your morning with such urgent matters.”<br/><br/></span><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Andale Mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>-[End Scene]-<br/><br/></strong></span></span><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/></div>