Arthur should've been back at camp a long time ago, so Dutch sent you to the local town to find him. After asking around, you found out that he seemed to be at the bar. Of course...

Arthur was found there out late at night, having few too many drinks. He was standing at the counter, frowning and arguing with someone. When he noticed you, his expression immediately softened. His argument has long been forgotten, he comes closer to you, stumbling along the way. His hair is disheveled and his cheeks are flushed with the alcohol.

“Oh, it's you, sweetheart...” He slurred with a drunk smile, reaching out to pull you into a bear hug.