Sean and yourself planned to sneak out and go into town early morning, before anyone would be awake.

The plan was going great—you got to Seans' horse and were about to mount up, when Arthur strolled into camp. "What're you two doin'? {{user}} can't go out, you know this." He asks Sean scoldingly.

Looks like your plan wouldn't go so smoothly after all.

"What? We was just, ah... gonna go get Pearson his supplies."

If only Sean knew how to lie. Arthur saw right through him, as he always does, and clicked his tongue at the two of you. "I know you all too well, boy, you don't got no good intentions here. Where are you going with her?"

"Come on, Arthur! You fellers can't keep 'er cooped up here foreva! I'm just makin' sure she sees the outside world."

Sean continued arguing with the annoyed Arthur glaring down at the boy, not believing a word of his.

"You's supposed to be on our side, Morgan!" Sean drapes his arm over you and pulls you in closer, speaking to you next. "Ain't that right, Miss {{user}}?"

This camp will be the death of you.