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Percival watched the figures creep just below the horizon line before disappearing altogether. It was not the first time he'd ever seen people outside the walls. Working at the farms close to the walls had given him that advantage.

But as before he never said a word. It didn't matter. There was a reason the walls were here and there was a reason the people never announced themselves. So long as they left the city alone Percival was going to leave them alone. His candor upbringing warred against that decision but he had learnt that sometimes secrets are kept to save people. All the same there's been a lot of those figures on the outside. He resolved to keep an eye on the situation.

Leon kept an eye on his young leader ever as he gave out the assigned patrols to the various areas within the city. Arthur was with a team surveying the damage of the destroyed building. They were going in first to check the structural integrity before allowing the Erudite faction in to scavage and rebuild.

Arthur appeared unfazed but Leon, who'd known him from a boy, could see the dark look in his eyes and the tight set of his shoulders. Arthur was upset about something and it wasn't just the death of the two dauntless.

Arthur was a brilliant tactician and in another life Leon suspected that he would fit quite comfortably in Erudite. Leon gave out the final assignment and went with his group to his section. He'd talk to Arthur later and find out what it was exactly that was causing an itch between Arthur's shoulder blades. In the mean-time he'd keep an eye out himself.

Gwen drank from her bottle of water careful not to let her face crinkle in disgust. It couldn't be tasted, the calming serum, yet she knew it was there all the same. She carefully changed the bandages on the erudite member, a victim of the fire in the Erudite Faction.

"It will be healed soon enough," she assured the man, "Just don't move it around too much. You have to let your skin get a little firmer or it'll tear."

"I know," he grumbled. "Erudite tested that salve."

"Good," said Gwen eyes twinkling, "Then I expect no trouble from you!" The man glared at her but eventually subsided recognizing that he had been maneuvered into a corner. Gwen smiled sweetly to him and moved on to her next patient.

It was one of the dauntless rescuers. He was impatient to get moving despite the fact that almost half his body was covered in second degree burns. He'd saved at least three people, she'd heard, by running into one of the worst parts of the building and shielding them with his own body.

For all their crazy actions, blunt words and arrogant ways, Gwen could not help but admire the dauntless. They really lived up to their faction trait of courage. And even more so, they cared. Oh it was hard to tell especially with people who guarded their feeling so well. But the dauntless cared. They'd run into a burning building because it was brave but they wouldn't have taken the worst of the burns if they didn't care. They wouldn't tread so close to that line of stupid if they didn't care.

Gwen inspected him, changed his bandages, repasted him with salve, tried without success to get him to take a painkiller and finally broke to him the bad news that he would not be well enough to leave on the train to Dauntless that evening. Predictably he pitched a fit but quieted when Gwen threatened to withhold the salve so that his skin wouldn't heal right and he'd not be able to move right ever again. Happy that he wouldn't disobey her orders to not move Gwen moved onto her next patients and eventually went outside the building for a breath of fresh air.

"Esmerelda!" came a jaunty voice.

Gwen closed her eyes and let out a sigh even as she smiled. "Gwaine, I've told you that's not my name!"

"But Esmerelda is so much better than stuffy Guinevere! Not that your name isn't lovely my dear and it does suit you but you aren't a stuffy amity and so I must rename the bolder parts of you something my dear!"

"Gwen works quite fine," said Gwen shaking her head. "And I hate to disappoint you but I am a stuffy Amity."

"You smacked me when I tried to get up," Gwaine reminded her.

"You had a slice down your leg that I had just sealed," Gwen reminded him, "I had other patients to tend to besides you and couldn't waste more time sealing it back again. Since you're Dauntless I took a guess that that would be what you listened to. It worked."

"Ah, Esmerelda, Esmerelda," said Gwaine shaking his head sorrowfully. "You can say what you like but," here he leaned forward and whispered, "I can see the fire in you."

"What are you here for Gwaine?" asked Gwen sharper that she meant to, trying to get control of her suddenly racing heart.

"Simply to see who is ready to go and who isn't," Gwaine said leaning back. "We're taking a path back to Erudite as well so if any of the Erudite want to join us on the journey, they may."

"Well you can ask them yourselves. All but two of your faction can travel," Gwen told him

"Thank you," he said, "I'll do that! Good day Guinevere!" And with a little curtsy he was past her and into the building. Gwen took in a deep breath and tried to calm her nerves. She didn't think that Gwaine would ever tell his suspicions about her but still it frightened her to know that someone even suspected.

Arthur tested each step before he put his weight on it fully. The floor creaked alarmingly a bit but held his weight. He bounced in place for a bit but it didn't give out under him. His eyes swept the walls and roof looking for signs of instability in them that would render it dangerous to anyone else coming in but found none that would truly endanger people.

"This room is clear," he said to his team. He heard various noises on acknowledgement as he tore of a piece of green tape and stuck it on the doorway to indicate its safety for the following erudite. He then moved on to the next room in his section. This one looked a bit more unstable. It had been more consumed by the fire than the room he'd checked previously. The roof on the far side looked like it might cave in and the floor beneath that section looked like it might do the same.

Arthur walked in carefully and found he could only progress halfway into the room before the floor became unsafe. Since all the tables were in the far side of the room he grimaced and crossed the room off entirely. He marked the doorway with red tape and moved further into the building.

It was nearly midday by the time they had checked through the whole building. His team asked him if they could give the clear to the erudite but Arthur said, "Give me a few more minutes."

His team frowned but said nothing as Arthur made his way back to the sixth floor where the fire had purportedly started.

Treading carefully, he came to the broom closet which had been the start of the fire. Or so, the Erudite had said. He stopped down close to the opening into the broom closet and inspected the floor. Most of it was burnt badly and very not safe but Arthur chanced it to pick out what he could faintly see beneath the ash and water: pour patterns.

Oh it was very hard to see and if he wasn't looking for it he'd have missed it. Morgana had left behind some of her books when she had chosen Erudite. One of them had been about fires. There'd been detailed notes about pour patterns and fuel load.

Whoever had poured the accelerant had been clever, very clever. With the way the fire had burned, that pour pattern was almost entirely obliterated. Arthur sighed. He hadn't wanted it to be there. He really hadn't. But ever since he'd noticed the point of origin of a fire that had certainly not been the broom closet he'd suspected. His subconscious had known, from the moment that he had heard about the broom closet that something was wrong. He'd been in that fire and something about the way it had moved, it's direction or, or something(!) had told him it didn't start in that innocuous little broom closet. Now he knew for sure.

He was equally sure that if he brought it up the pour patterns that the erudite would have a a perfectly plausible answer for him. He sighed and moved back to his team.

"Give them the all clear," he said as he swept out the burnt blackened building that had taken two of his own for a reason he didn't know.

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