“Er, you alright there?” Arthur mumbled as he walked towards you crouched figure. You were sobbing over a fresh grave — and Arthur felt he knew what was happening.

He had been exploring the wilderness, attempting to get a breath of fresh air from the gang. He hadn’t expected to stumble upon you, a stranger who lived in a sweet little cabin.

“It’s okay. I don’t mean you no harm.” He mumbled, raising his hands in the air. Arthur simply wanted to see what you had been so upset about.