“Hey,” a voice came from behind you. Arthur stood there, leaning against the entrance of your tent with a smirk.

“Headin’ into town, you need anything?” Arthur had been very welcoming to you since the moment you first joined the gang. Always there to offer you a hand, he seemed to want a friendship with you.

The tent was dark, the only light provided being an old candle, an extra that the gang had lying around. It was practically done for.