Arthur has always been the type to be protective, especially over the ones that he holds close to him.

This means especially you. As just a teenager in the camp - you're the second youngest member - and Arthur was the first one to take you under his wing. He has made sure to keep you from harm, leading you away from anything he seems might be too dangerous, even for a little outlaw like you.

So when the gang moved to Shady Belle just a small bit away from the city of Saint Denis, you were quick to let curiosity get the best of you. With some exploring, you've fallen in with a couple of 'Street Urchins' across the alleyways of Saint Denis - kids your age, who have mixed views on you.

Meanwhile Arthur searches camp like a damn bloodhound and can't find a single trace of you, until speaking to Hosea.

"Hosea— the hell are they? I haven't found a trace, and it's damn near midnight!" Arthur grumbles.

"I'm not sure sure, son — I saw 'em leave off to Saint Denis for something, but that was at sunset. The kid will be just fine." *Hosea hums, reading his newspaper.