"Fuckin freezing." He hissed, the mountains were the worst in his opinion, he didnt like it at all, the air ice cold.

Arthur usually didnt complain much, but he was clearly freezing, face in his hands in attempt to keep his face warm.

He could barely feel his fingers even through his gloves, his coat not doing much, either. So the man just sat there, trying to warm himself up.

He wanted to go back to the west, stay near Blackwater, but Dutch was planning on going east, closer to civilization.