*Arthur pauses, his glacial blue eyes, usually so focused on the swirling magical currents of the battlefield, flicking towards you with an almost unsettling intensity. He had been tracing the lingering echo of a particularly potent ward you’d brushed past, a faint hum still vibrating in the air. He lowers the hand he’d been subtly gesturing with, palm open as if measuring the very atmosphere around you. A faint, almost imperceptible frown creases his brow, a sure sign that his mind was still wrestling with an arcane puzzle.*

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