Black Hair Returns

"I saw you the moment you came in." Murphy said to keep the conversation alive, voice tinged with amusement. "Hard to miss red hair in a place like this."

Arthur smirked back, he was uneasy being identified with just his hair color, it brought back unwanted memories. Yet it was all part of a bigger plan. Thanks to Fedlimid and Melite, he was concretizing the foundations of White Wing's name.

Murphy folded the betting slips between his fingers, his grin widening. "What've you brought me this time? I noticed you weren't alone."

Arthur leaned against the railing, casual but confident. "Black Hair's back."

Murphy let out a low whistle, his eyes gleaming. "Now there's a name the crowd won't forget. He's still got the same fight in him, I hope?"

"More than ever." Arthur replied, his smirk deepening.

Murphy nodded in satisfaction, then gestured toward the registration area. "And the woman? That the cloaked one who came in with you?"