This was... new. In his old gang they never had meetings or any sort of group progress check. Those matters were handled on a one-on-one basis. The closest they got to anything like this was the occasional long winded speech a la Dutch before something exciting. But even then it wasn't close to the same thing. Arthur, upon hearing the call to gather, hesitated a moment before trailing alongside an npc to the spire's base and sitting down on the cold ground.

The dusty brown wolf listened intently, perking up at the mention- rather multiple mentions- of his name. A welcome, a promotion, and two gifted titles. He wanted to be grateful, honestly, he did. It sure sounded important but there was a bit of a problem. Brow furrowing, he tried to make sense of his new rank. Arcticplayer. He swears he's heard of it in passing, but he hadn't bothered to pay much attention until now. Great. He'd make a note to ask Anael about it all later, not wanting to interrupt the meeting with his inquiries. Instead, he tipped his hat to her. "Thank you, miss."