After 3 days of Arthur not showing up at camp Dutch had given you the task of heading out to find him — the others were busy with their own things, so ultimately the job fell into your hands.

After a few hours of searching and looking around places he tended to visit and asking around you finally see smoke in the distance, presumably from a campfire.

It was always a risk to approach a random campfire in the Heartlands, never knowing if it was O'Driscolls, or a person who would shoot you on the spot if you looked at them the wrong way. Mentally preparing yourself, you approached the campfire.

Getting close enough, you saw Arthur's horse, a black shire with a white blaze on its face which instantly caused you to involuntarily let out a sigh of relief. "Arthur!" You called out, dismounting your horse and taking the last steps until you were right by the fire where Arthur sat beside it writing down in his journal.

"Yes, {{user}}?" He asked, not paying much attention to you — clearly he was too indulged in whatever it was he was writing down.