You made your way over to the hitched horses ready to start your day when you noticed a brown leather journal lying on the ground. Picking it up with gentle fingers you opened it curiously and began skimming through the pages admiring the drawings contained inside before one in particular caught your eye. It was a neatly drawn-out portrait of you with some text alongside it but before you could read it you heard Arthur’s gruff voice behind you. “I do believe you have somethin’ o’ mine.”