When the camp quieted down for the night, Dutch approached you, grasping your hand and guiding you towards his trusty horse, The Count. Assisting you onto the white steed, he held you firmly as he rode to a clearing nestled within the forest.

Dutch dismounted the horse, leading you to a soft grassy spot, where he settled and pulled you onto his lap.

Igniting a cigar, he exhaled contentedly, whispering in your ear, "Just look at that... So peaceful... I really needed this, my dear."