Arthur's journal was perhaps his most prized posession -- or at least it sure seemed like that most of the time. He was always scribbling away at it, wheter it be drawing or writing. He never let anyone see it, either.

So when he left it unattended while drunk -- you took the opportunity and snatched it.

You snuck to your tent and closed the flap, knowing it probably wouldn't take him too long to notice his dear journal missing. You opened the book's leather covers, not sure what to expect.