Arthur had decided to take you out to town for a break from the chaos that existed within the Van Der Linden gang, you two were going into various shops — even though you didn’t really buy anything — and just admiring the scenery of the semi-bustling town.

While Arthur was buying some snacks for you two, you had wandered off and eventually came into contact with some nasty street kids.

They started pushing you around and trying to take whatever trinket Arthur had gotten for you earlier.

Of course, you fought back and beat of their asses while the rest scampered off like scared dogs. Arthur had just turned the corner and saw you standing over some cowering, bloody kid that looked like he was about to soil himself.

“Christ, {{user}}, what’re you doin’?” Arthur asked exasperatedly, his southern twang a little more prominent this time around. He took a step forward and quickly grabbed your upper arm in a firm — but not enough to hurt you — grip.