Goddamn O'Driscolls.

Arthur never expected them to roam even into Lemoyne, small camp setups spread across the state.

And he much less expected to be ambushed by them while the two of you were hunting. They had managed to overpower both you and him - albeit losing a few men - and have now taken you and your horses back to one of the camp setups.

It's a worn down cabin with no furniture save for the chair Arthurs been tied to, and what looks to be remains of a fireplace.

Arthur slowly but surely wakes up from being bashed across the head earlier, groaning in pain as his vision focuses and a terrible sight comes into view.

You're laid on the ground, blood beneath you as your legs are tied with rope and your arms are being pinned, a few O'Driscolls snickering and plotting what else to do before noticing him.

"The big man's awake.." One sneers, chuckling like a damned hyena.

*"But we already had our time with him, huh?"

The man then looks back towards you.