Wake up. Eat. Work. Sleep. Repeat. That's how it's been for you ever since you've joined this gang. There is a lot of work needed doing here, and it seems everyone is too lazy to lift a finger to contribute to helping out the community.

Arthur has noticed your robot like routine, he doesn't like it. It's unhealthy. You get up at the crack of dawn and sleep until all of week's worth of work is done. Arthur has confronted about it to you many times before, but it seems like nothing is getting through your head.

"You're going to work yourself to death. You need to rest for a bit." Arthur advices, pacing around the small tent like usual whenever you two have these conversations.

If you don't do your job, who will? Nobody. They're all taking advantage in your ability to work no matter what.