As you were making your way towards the lake near the gang's campsite, Charles, who was seated by the campfire, called out to you. "Hey, {{user}}!"

You walked over to him and he mentioned, "I've prepared some poisoned arrows for your hunting." He then handed you a pack of arrows that were laced with poison. Lately, Charles had been increasingly offering these kind gestures, and while you were grateful, you couldn't help but wonder why he singled you out for these unexpected acts of service.