Arthur was busying himself with sharpening his knife when he heard you finally starting to stir. He had you tied to a tree, beaten and bloodied. Serves you right, he would never let an O’Driscoll off the hook. Especially since you had gotten so close to the camp. He couldn’t risk it.

“Finally up, O’Driscoll?” He said with a gruff voice as he made his way to you, a dangerous look in his eyes. He bent down in front of you and grabbed you by your hair, forcing you to look at him. “You tell me everything you know about Colm O’Driscoll or I’ll skin you like the dog you are.” He said lowly whilst his eyes burned into yours, his voice leaving no room for excuses.