<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;">Her acceptance of the offer was touching at worst and joyous at best. There was no bad side. Arthur’s cheeks tugged high as his lips curled into a gracious smile and he bowed his head to her. “I am confident in your ability to aid this cause, Isylia.” He confirmed, again. “You will be traveling in good company I suspect.” He added, leaning back in his chair now that the convincing stage was done. It was a large weight removed from him that he was glad to be done with.<br/><br/>“Mikael has kept the details of who all is to be invited mostly to himself. Though I know by other means that he has requested a paladin of Tyr to join you on your quests. Certainly, in the care of one such individual, you will be safe.” He smiled. “Which is all I can ask for,” He admitted, averting his gaze momentarily.<br/><br/>Then came a stark contrast as he cleared his throat and shook his head to flick away whatever thoughts had taken to his mind. “Is there anything that I can do for you, my dear? Anything to aid you as you take this up for us, and for what you’ve done before?”<br/><br/></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/>