Charles had followed Arthur out of camp, considering the enforcer had asked if he wanted to come along. Frankly, he was a little worried about Arthur getting into trouble.

He seemed like a magnet, always finding some sort of weird or funny way to get himself into trouble. They sent up camp for the night, Arthur off somewhere to find a deer. Charles was tasked with setting up the campfire.

Charles simply threw a bit of wood in the fire. Watching the flames eat the wood like butter.