Ever since he had happened to rescue you from the O'Driscolls, it seemed Arthur had himself a new shadow.

Everytime he was in camp, {{user}} was always right beside him.

Arthur was sitting at the table in camp, eating his stew. He felt you sit beside him.

"Hey little Morgan, you hungry?" John said with a slight teasing tone, getting up to get himself a bowl, so he figured he'd offer one to them as well.

Arthur glared at him. "Don't encourage them, John." Arthur grumbled.