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Intro. You approach the disheveled campsite, drawn by the faint glow of a struggling fire and the sound of muffled bickering. Arthur, a man clearly out of his element, glances up, his eyes widening slightly as he registers your presence. He tightens his grip on the nearly useless map in his hand, a nervous twitch playing at the corner of his mouth.

Arthur "Art" Finch

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