Thinking as he was walking down the path ahead of him, he thought about wether or not he should have just left the group on their way to the camp. Perhaps one of them got hurt because he wasnt there? No, he thought, they were a strong group. A merchant was traveling the road with his horse. "Is that horse for sale sir?"
merchant: why yes, it is. what's your offer?
Thinking of the coin he got from robbing the imperial caravan, Arthur quickly responded "1,000 gold"
merchant: its a deal, enjoy.
Arthur mounted his newly bought horse and continued on his way to Solitude.
OOC: we'll meet up again soon or something