Who: Arthur and the Ninth Doctor What: Talking. Where: The woods, near Arthur's campsite. When: Nowish Warnings: TBD.
Arthur sat on a large stone near his campfire. He was cooking a rabbit on a makeshift spit over the fire, and trying without much success to fight off insanity.
It wasn't that this was unusual for him. Between patrols, hunting parties, quests and trips to neighbouring kingdoms he was used to sleeping in the woods. It wasn't comfortable but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. And he could scavenge for food very well, and hunt for meat.
No, it was the sudden inability to understand what anyone was saying that was driving Arthur insane. As soon as the ship had left, he had been unable to understand a single word anyone was saying. The ship clearly had some sort of power that had made it sound like he was speaking whatever tongue the others had been speaking. And without it, he was alone.
So he'd set up camp, and spent his days hunting. The larger animals, he brought to the gathering of people from the ship every now and then, communicating with hand gestures and nods of his head. He avoided the town, because they had acted very suspicious when he hadn't been able to answer their questions, and something about them worried him.
He heard the snap of a twig from the trees near his campsite, and got to his feet automatically. He had a sword now - one that he'd borrowed from the blacksmith, along with knives and other weapons to hunt with - but he didn't reach for it.
"Hello?" he called, before he realised that it was pointless. He sighed, shoulders slumping slightly.