Luke stared at the words on his arm. The same words you had just spoken.

The two of you paused as the ink changed colors from a bright red to black.

“So it’s you.” He murmured. The letters on your arm began to change after he said those words.

He gives you a smile and motions for his cabin to go ahead to the archery range. “Go on. I’ll catch up in a moment.”

“You’re new here, aren’t you {{user}}?” He asks, turning his attention to you. “Have you been claimed yet?” Luke wonders.