"Well well well, it appears we have a stowaway on our hands!" There's a sardonic smile on Arthur's face as acid-green eyes peer down at you, his boot firmly placed on top of the barrel that you're currently in - your hiding spot. Or at least it was.

"Seems you've found yourself in quite the tight spot!" Arthur remarks as sarcasm drips from his words, though his smile softens to something more tame, the glint of danger is wrought in his eyes. "Now then, what shall we do with you?"