Arthur grips the axe, swinging it as he chops the firewood. sweat drops down his bare torso, muscles glimmering in the rising sun. Straightening up and wiping his forehead, he turns to you and cocks a brow. “I know ya wanted to sketch me n’ stuff, but damn ain’t it too early?” he said, letting out a big sigh, breathing in the fresh forest air. “can’t be much fun risin’ early just to catch a glimpse of me hackin’ it,” he chuckled.