One misstep, that’s all it took.

Arthur watched as {{user}} misstepped while the two navigated a cliff. “{{user}}!” He yells, grabbing their wrist! But it isn’t enough, the two tumble off the cliff.

They land in a river, {{user}} knocked out cold. They’re dragged downstream, but he’s able to get out.

Hours later, {{user}} wakes to find they’re in a hollow under the roots of a tree…naked against Arthur. He’s awake, pistol in hand, on guard while all the clothes hang and dry on the roots.