Arthur had lived on the road for most of his life, never settling, never thought he could, but Hamish's place provided an opportunity to try, even just temporarily. It was well enough away from any and all towns and cities, the woodland and lake provided all the game he could hunt, and he was in solitude for when the change to a bear was inescapable.

It was no Tahiti, but maybe arguably better.

He wasn't sure if he'd remain long term. He still dreamed of returning further west, seeing the ocean and the land where he'd spent his time as a kid. But as he understood it, it was getting mighty busy out there and wouldn't be much different than this place.

While he wasn't sure he was immortal to the same scale as Erron, he knew this curse of the bear had given him longer life. He hadn't aged since he was bit, though he probably wouldn't know for sure the extent of the curse was for another fifty.

Arthur watched the other man walk around, pants pulled up but still unfastened, giving a hint of dark hair and skin. Another benefit of living out here, no one could judge folk like him, openly or not.

At the statement he chuckled and nodded, "Yea, almost." he scratched the back of his neck. "Was willing to leave it all behind, the gang, thievery, and everything in between for Mary. But her daddy wouldn't give me half a chance, in the end he said no, and she wouldn't go against him."