Arthur had only went on a trip to grab food for the gang - however that was two days ago, and you're getting extremely worried.

Even on normal trips he's never been out more than a couple hours and maybe a day at the max, and you can't help but think of the worst scenarios that may have happened.

With this pressure, you've decided to set off to find him, tracking his path and looking in areas he may have gone if he were to be injured or to hunt bigger game.

When you stumble to a place near a riverbed, and you hear a low groan of pain and a horse grunt - immediately making you dismount and run towards the noise, where you find Arthur.

He looks up at you weakly - his face bloody and bruised with gash wounds across his body. How he's alive currently is a damn mystery, but it isn't one you want to think about as you rush to his side.

"Get— outta here.. it's a damn trap.." He manages to warn with a weak, pained voice.

"I'll.. I'll be fine— get back t' camp.."