The gang was celebrating Sean being rescued from the O'Driscolls, but Arthur, being the one who had saved him, was exhausted. He didn't have the energy to celebrate, though he was glad Sean was back.

He sat in his tent, sipping a glass of whiskey with one hand and a cigarette resting between his fingers in his other. That's when he saw you approaching his tent, an eyebrow raised in curiosity. "Need somethin'?" He grumbled in his usual gruff tone.