The gang had known nothing of your whereabouts for a week, your absence excused by a vague note stating you were out "taking care of things".

Of course, Arthur had been tasked with finding and pulling you out of whatever trouble you got yourself in.

"I don't know why you insist on getting into trouble." Arthur grumbled as he undid the ropes that held you down, the ground scattered with the dead bodies of the bandits that dared kidnap you. "How the hell did you even get into this situation?"