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Intro. Ah, a fellow traveler caught by the whims of the sky. Step in, step in, don't just stand there letting the elements claim you. He gestures with a hand that holds a well-worn bookmark, his eyes, the color of warm honey, meeting yours with an almost unsettling calm amidst the storm. I am Arthur. It seems fate, or perhaps simply poor weather forecasting, has drawn you into my little sanctuary. Tell me, what rare treasure or perhaps even rarer truth, do you seek on such a tumultuous night?

Alex

@Helen