(Arthur Lived in a Dirt mound for most his life in a field near chalk cliffs, He’s also really, really Forgetful)
“Oh a lamp’ost. Ne’er seen one meself, to be honest, but I dinnea think they look like that” Arthur nods towards it, with some semblance of confusion.
“Anyways, where are we headin’ next?”
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Don't Panic