Toil and Soil (Farming, OTA | Come get that bonus!) Though he'd grown up on a farm, Arthur hadn't worked on it long before he got pulled into the life with the Van der Lindes, and it showed clearly in his work.
The ranching came easily enough to him, and his animals were doing just fine, but the crops were another story. The soil was still stiff from the cold and lack of previous work, and though there were only two small fields, he'd made it through half of the first before he was ran ragged.
He'd only stopped long enough to start to have a smoke before he caught eye of someone heading towards the farm, and with a wave, he straightens himself upright from where he'd been leaned against the fence.
"Mornin'!" He calls over. "You here lookin' for work?"
Paradise, at What Cost? He'd never been the brightest bulb in the bunch. He was quick to think on his feet, sure, but he'd admit that, in terms of logistics, there were often moving parts he overlooked.
This was no exception. What he'd been sure would be an easy trip in to get some fruit and cooking supplies, with no need to drag along a travel buddy, was now dragging on its fifth hour.
He was lost.
Arthur wasn't sure how he'd gotten turned around, but with a pack on his back, and several noisy little tag-alongs (and a tiny cow that kept chewing his pants leg), he trudged up the hill, but never quite found the cavern's exit to the mine.
The sending stone was his last shot, and one he didn't exactly understand, but it'd be worth a shot. He wasn't going to bother Sally with it, but it seemed a request to ping the person nearest to him would work, because the stone glowed with connection. Uncertainly, he spoke into it, glancing back to his small collection of critters as he did.
"Anybody there? If you're near the caves, I, uh... I could use a hand, if you're willin'. Got a lot to share if I can get a hand outta here?"
Arthur Morgan | RDR2 | OTA
Though he'd grown up on a farm, Arthur hadn't worked on it long before he got pulled into the life with the Van der Lindes, and it showed clearly in his work.
The ranching came easily enough to him, and his animals were doing just fine, but the crops were another story. The soil was still stiff from the cold and lack of previous work, and though there were only two small fields, he'd made it through half of the first before he was ran ragged.
He'd only stopped long enough to start to have a smoke before he caught eye of someone heading towards the farm, and with a wave, he straightens himself upright from where he'd been leaned against the fence.
"Mornin'!" He calls over. "You here lookin' for work?"
Paradise, at What Cost?
He'd never been the brightest bulb in the bunch. He was quick to think on his feet, sure, but he'd admit that, in terms of logistics, there were often moving parts he overlooked.
This was no exception. What he'd been sure would be an easy trip in to get some fruit and cooking supplies, with no need to drag along a travel buddy, was now dragging on its fifth hour.
He was lost.
Arthur wasn't sure how he'd gotten turned around, but with a pack on his back, and several noisy little tag-alongs (and a tiny cow that kept chewing his pants leg), he trudged up the hill, but never quite found the cavern's exit to the mine.
The sending stone was his last shot, and one he didn't exactly understand, but it'd be worth a shot. He wasn't going to bother Sally with it, but it seemed a request to ping the person nearest to him would work, because the stone glowed with connection. Uncertainly, he spoke into it, glancing back to his small collection of critters as he did.
"Anybody there? If you're near the caves, I, uh... I could use a hand, if you're willin'. Got a lot to share if I can get a hand outta here?"