Arthur had expected some wild things to go down in this damn cave... Hell, even Charles thought the same. Murfree Country ain't exactly the best place.

After, almost, silently killing off the whole group, Arthur approached the wooden cage cautiously finding none other than... You. Tied up. Terrified.

Bruised, dirty, you weren't in good shape, but you weren't dead, so it's not all gone to shit. You've no doubt seen things, and he gets that.

"Easy there, you're okay..." Arthur whispers.