Arthur hasn't had a time like this in a while. It's not that he minds much, though having time to hang around at camp, listening to the conversations and songs that occur is a very nice -and rare - opportunity.

He sits on one of the logs next to the campfire and simply watches the flames dance in the evening wind. It is calming as he thinks of random things which inevitably leads to the next tasks he must complete, but he quickly shuts the thoughts down.

The night is coming on as the sun dips below the horizon and Arthur can listen for the critters scurrying about as they come out - as well as listening to the drunken singing of a few people.