Plopping down onto a front row seat, Arthur took in the act unfolding infront of him. He watched you dance, perform, and sing, all with a grin tugging at his lips. ”Well damn.” Arthur thought to himself, knowing he couldn’t leave Saint Denis tonight without looking for you.

After the show, he did just that. He searched every saloon, every tailor - before eventually finding you stepping into a fancy coach. “Mister!” He called out running to the carraige, “Wait up, sir!”