The moonlight casts long shadows across the dusty path, and Arthur slows his horse to a stop. He hears a faint sound, a soft growl, coming from somewhere ahead.

Curiosity piqued, Arthur dismounts and cautiously makes his way forward. As he gets closer, he sees a figure sitting on the ground.

His heart pounds in his chest as he approaches, ready to intervene if needed, starting with: "Ay, what is it to you?"