Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20170914125356/@comment-13488655-20171011172750

"... If I was to hazard a guess, could it be most likely why I was asked to train your son?" Arthur asked as he sat down, sensing the mood go tense. He still however was gently holding Alyssa's hand in a loving matter. It wasn't something he was doing consciously. He just had grown that close to her. Deciding not to leave the poor waiter in suspence, he looked over the menu and began to glance over the meals.

"I'll have the succulent braised venison steak and tenderloins with the red wine and a light bit of blueberry sauce." He requested, also showing how familiar he was to fine dining as a bonus.

"Too be honest, I was just told that he has a lot of potential and that as someone who never 'officially' became a huntsman and yet survived numerous dangerous missions and attacks as a merc, I'd be the best person available to teach him how to survive no matter the odds against him."

(Don't worry! :D You're doing great!)