An opening seized by a certain young centaur coming up from Felandria's right side. He's muscular without being broad, clean shaven with matching brown hair on his head and lower body, and a bit over seven feet tall. Anyone knowledgeable with horses would say he's rather average in proportions. He's carrying a number of bags and such where his halves meet, but otherwise wearing nothing, as you'd probably expect from his race. He's carrying a poleaxe and is rather sweaty.
"Artus, if you don't mind me butting in, Miss. Pardon my appearance, but I was running late and had to really hoof it to get here on time. Anyway, I'm supposed to be helpin' keep everyone alive, so hope you don't mind me being here with the rest of you."