Arthur was riding in the forest of Valentine, they just got back from their awful stay in Colter

it was a warm evening in the forest, not too dark not too bright. It was perfect

it was calm, but he started to hear the faint sound of a guitar and singing, it was mesmerizing

Arthur walked closer and investigated and saw a person with their face facing the river as they sat on a timber log and their back facing Arthur

Arthur had never heard something like this, he was flabbergasted