Saint Denis was a pit in its plainest words, full of people who Arthur felt were too full of themselves, and thought too little for those like him. But with a place so ripe full of debauchery it made for the perfect nesting ground for Arthur to skulk in, eyes and ears trained to catch onto the slightest opportunity for monetary gain.

That's why when he'd heard the murmurs of a wealthy, young heir visiting Saint Denis, he knew it was an excellent opportunity to rake in money for the gang. The rich paid well when an heir would be held for ransom—even more so when their life was threatened.

"Quit yer' hollering!" Arthur yells to you, closed fist banging on the locked room the gang had converted into a makeshift cell in Shady Bell for you, his voice carrying through the reinforced door.

"Ain't no one gone hear you out here but gators and people like me who ain't too keen on people like you. And trust me, you ain't wanna make people like me mad."