Arnold and his group had spent almost an hour searching for the two people that guy claimed to have seen. After reaching that pathway, they couldn't find a trace of Roman or Rena, and that drove Arnold to push further into the valley, so desperate that he was ready to go as far as necessary.
"How are we sure they went this way?"
"Don't you think they headed back to the outpost?"
"We are going too far, and that's too risky."
"Arnold, we have to stop. I don't want to die on my second night in the Badlands. Arnold!"
It didn't take long before his friends started freaking out, and Arnold was not having any of it. Instead of considering their fears or acknowledging that they could be right, he got pissed.
He turned to one of them, grabbed him by the collar, and almost lifted him with one hand, his eyes burning with rage.
"Any more complaints from you, and I'm going to feed you to the Blood Mice!" Arnold shouted.
