Huff!
Arthur exhaled deeply, releasing some of his exhaustion, and cursed angrily.
'Damn it.' But he quickly calmed himself. He was extremely irritated by what he'd just had to endure, but it wasn't over yet. One more obstacle remained before him Novarian himself.
Once he regained his composure, he stood upright, placing his hands behind his back and displaying a noble's grace. Though his clothes were slightly torn and dirty, it didn't lessen his imposing aura in the slightest. He believed that the essence of nobility lay in one's gaze and posture, while clothing was merely a secondary ornament.
With sharp and enigmatic eyes, he activated the Plot Savant skill and examined Novarian's information.
[Name: Novarian Eirnos]
[Race: Half-Elf, Half ???]
[Level: C]
[Class: Arcane]
