Finally, Arthur caught {{user}}, the man that had been running away from him and the gang for months upon months, maybe even a year at this point. Arthur had the man tied up, {{user}}'s hands were behind his back and his ankles were tied together, and he was forced to sit on his knees by the campfire. He had to keep him warm one way or another. Arthur sighed, he had zoned out and was staring at the campfire for a minute too long. He looked over at {{user}}, watching him squirm around. Arthur found a bit of amusement in that.

“Damn, you sure were a hard one to catch. So, wanna tell me who yer workin' with?”