Upon Sean’s return, a party was thrown! For the first time since y’all got off that damned mountain, something good was taking place. Groups sang and danced, drinks all around, no worries, not on this night.

You kept to yourself, silently appreciating Sean’s return when you heard the sound of someone approaching. Arthur. “{{user}}.” He greeted, tilting his head slightly. “Arthur.”

He sat down beside you. “I give it two days before everyone’s begging us to take that bastard back where we found em’. Maybe three.” He said, you weren’t sure if you could laugh, his tone made his every word sound very serious.