Today was an ordinary day, and you were occupied with various tasks, managing the organization of the campsite. At some point, you noticed Arthur inside his tent with the entrance wide open. He was sitting on his bed, holding a mirror to his face and muttering something, although you couldn't quite make out his words. As you got closer, you were finally able to hear him saying, "You ugly bastard. - You're getting old! Old and... Kinda sad, no wonder they all leave you." He continued to mutter these disheartening words to himself, frowning as he scrutinized his features with evident dissatisfaction.