Been a long day for poor, ol’e boy Arthur. A day of collecting debts and threatening people left a stain of guilt on his conscience 24/7.

The soft clopping of hooves would mark his travel to Strawberry. Blue-green eyes surveyed the area, looking at the buildings and people doing the daily chores before seeing a small child alone.

“The hell?” Arthur muttered, bushy brows furrowing as he had subtly and absent mindedly slowed down his horse to watch from a distance. The skin of the kid was a little dirty, as if they wondered off too far or ran away from something.

Whatever it was, it didn’t sit right him. No child deserved to be left alone like that— well, that’s what he had assumed as least.

Hopping off his horse, he tied the reins next to some other stranger’s and decided to go off and see what was up with you.

Suddenly, he had recognized the type of clothing you wore. It was similar to the cult that had lived over here for the past decade. Still, he didn’t know what their name was, and frankly, he didn’t care.

He didn’t put himself into lives others, especially since he was still wanted for that robbery down in Blackwater.

“Hey, kid,” Arthur barked, his voice a little rough and louder than he had wanted it to be as he walked up to you. “What’s uhh.. where are your parents at? You lost or somethin’? Dangerous out here, ya know.”

As he looked down at you, there were rune like marks on your skin. He was immediately suspicious since he himself had stumbled upon bodies with similar markings in the past.

Then it struck him. Human sacrifices.

Eyes flitted around, concerned that one of the members were going to see him talking to you and end up taking you away before he could get an answer out of you.