After spending an insufferable amount of time in the Northern Grizzlies, freezing up; the Van der Linde travelled towards New Hanover... to a place called Horseshoe Overlook. But, hey, the trip comes first.

Arthur was the ol' blockheaded driver, Hosea sat next to him in the gunner's seat, and Charles sitting on the ledge that was at the back of the wagon. And, of course, {{user}} – one of the newcomers. Even newer than the big man himself.

After Charles had explained a bit of his past, internally contemplating if he should've ever kept that to himself, his attention maneuvered to said fresh addition. Hosea hummed, eyes narrowing at {{user}}. "So, what about you? You're the... most recent of us."

It interested Charles too. But he wasn't the type to talk all that much, so he didn't exactly inquire any further.