The gang had just arrived at horseshoe overlook and everyone was trying to get settled. You were sewing one of Arthurs shirt and Arthur was chopping wood.

Arthur swung his axe with a huff. He wiped his brow and turned around, his eyes widening. “{{user}}…look at that..” he whispered in awe. The sunlight had turned golden as the day faded away, casting an amazing glow across the camp, exaggerating the shadows of the trees.