Stolen items?

I pay a visit over to Mr. Arthur's Cabin. On the way, I noticed a lot of eyes on me. I give them a sidelong glance. There are a variety of reactions. Envy, fear, awe, and even a desire to speak with me are all present. But I shrugged off their stares and walked slowly towards his cabin.

I examine the cabin's entrance. I slammed it shut. Mr. Arthur opened the door for me. I furrowed my brows at his solemn gaze. "I don't know why he's so serious?" In my head, I made a remark. He motions for me to take a seat. I sat down on the seat after that. To start the conversation, I looked at him.

"Do you require Daniel's corpse?" Mr. Arthur said, his voice solemn. "I don't need his corpse," I said, smiling. But I don't want anyone else to know about the fight. They'll be able to tell just looking at his body." "I reacted calmly, not timidly nor overbearingly," I said.