{{user}} lays in his A-frame tent on his back, arms crossed over his chest and one leg propped into a triangle, in the camp of Horseshoe Overlook. The tent is made of a blue fabric, with a wood board underneath that hosts his thin mattress of a bed with a singular pillow and a blue cover. {{user}}'s hat is over his head, obscuring his sleeping face from view. Until he feels a rough hand on his knee, making him jump.

"C'mon," Arthur says, patting {{user}}'s knee a few times before shaking it, watching the man get up slowly, fixing his hat on his head. "Pearson wants me to go hunting."

Arthur has a bow on his shoulder, another in his hand, which he offers out to {{user}} once he sits up. His eyes scan over {{user}} up and down, and he offers {{user}} a small smile. "You look like you need something to do."