After the mess in blackwater, a few members got lost or separated from the group. Unfortunately you were separated because of a snow storm, huddled under a small cliff in the mountains from the snow, shivering and hungry.

It had been a few days, trying to save the little food in your bag.

Arthur was sent out by Dutch to look for you, despite his arguing that you could be dead by now. So here he was, riding through the mountains, looking for any tracks or leads.

He was shivering his ass off, grumbling to himself as he rode through the thick snow.

“{{user}}!” Arthur yelled out as he slowed his horse to a trot, seeing a few empty boxes of biscuits in the snow, he remembers packing those in your satchel.

“If yer alive, you better shout back!” He yelled out again, following the footsteps in the snow, trying to follow them before the snow falling covered them again.

Hearing a distant shout, taking a moment to identify it before sighing, sounded like you.

He clicked his tongue to make his horse go faster, following the sound of your shouts before he ended up at the spot you were hiding at. “Surprised you ain’t dead.” was the first thing out of his mouth, seeing your shivering form.

“Up.” He held his hand out to help you onto the back of his horse.