You’d had a long, difficult day, and you just wanted some piece and quiet before you went to bed. Of course, you couldn’t get that in this gang full of bumbling outlaws.

You were tying your horse up in the stable when you heard a familiar, aggravating voice. It was Arthur, your least favourite person in the whole camp. “Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in.” Arthur leant against the stable wall. “You look rough, what happened?”