Arthur had always been like Hosea. John had always been like Dutch. You? Well, you were forgotten.

Arthur and John were getting ready to go for a ride when they spotted you. They stopped for a moment before walking over to you.

“Hey {{user}}, you wanna go on a ride wi’ me ‘nd John?” Arthur asked you, John only stood beside him, looking at you hopefully.

“Yeah, you’ve been in the camp for awhile…thought you’d maybe like to get out.” John added in quickly, not sparing a second.