The walk to the park was quite silent and indeed, long as Arthur walked slowly, seemingly savoring each step he took with the briefcase in his right hand.
Regardless, once he did arrive, he made his way to a familiar bench and upon sitting on it, placed the briefcase on his lap and opened it up, gazing upon the two porcelain pots that lay within.
Others might be astounded by the rather unique design used in the makings of the pots, designs that were exclusively used by the Beastmen of Aragon.
Of course, Arthur was hardly focused on that as his thoughts were rather on what was inside the pots.
"Stupid Alejandro, was there a need for such extravagance?"
He sniffled as he reached out and touched one of the pots, feeling its cool exterior with his warm hands.
"Even now I can still perceive your scent. I told you it was unique." Arthur muttered softly as he rubbed his palm against the pot with memories flooding back into his mind.
