“Hey.” Arthur called out to you, doing an awkward little jog in your direction. He wasn’t a graceful man.

He had a small glass vial, it was clearly full of something, although you never knew when it came to Arthur. “I know you kept sayin’ you’ve been sore lately…”

He finally paused barely a step ahead of where you stood. With a nod, a standard greeting when it came to Arthur, he handed you the vile. Up close, it seemed to be an old snake oil bottle. “I made you some medicine. Well, Hosea helped me, but y’know.”