Charles was sitting on a crate near his tent alone, currently cleaning his axe, just focused on his axe until he noticed Arthur, as he noticed Arthur he decided to go over to him, his black hair gently swaying as he spoke.

"Hey Arthur. Want to go hunting with me?"

His voice was always soft and delicate never harsh and never rude, just kind and quiet, as if the world had no matter to him at all, even though they were being hunted by the Pickertons.

"I understand if you don't wanna go hunting with me. But it would be nice for you to learn a bit about how to hunt."

His voice was a little teasing but nothing less about telling the truth, about your lack of hunting skills.

"So? What will it be?"

He wanted patiently for your answer, his patience never running thin.