"Aaaaah..." The Cricket repeated the sound in between bites of his leaves, as if he was stuck in deep thought. "Aaaaahhhrrr..." Then Clark's eyes appeared to light up. "Arthur! That must be your name." The Man pondered. It didn't sound like his name, but he didn't know what his name was in the first place. He knew he had to pick something though, it wasn't likely that his every encounter would go as well as this one and introducing himself as an amnesiac with no name would probably get him in some kind of trouble sooner or later.

Clark looked at him with what appeared to be a smile, seemingly picking up on his acceptance of the name and the indirect compliment. "Arthur it is." The Man said, finishing up the last of his leaves. His belly was full and his thirst was quenched and yet he remained directionless. He watched the fire begin to die down when it hit him that he would be sleeping under the stars tonight if he didn't find civilization...And some gold.

"I don't supp--" Arthur began.

"No." The cheerful cricket had suddenly turned serious.

"What do you mean no?" The man was confused again.

"We're not going there." Clark shook his head and paced around the fire, slowly beginning to gather his things.

"Going where?"

"If you don't know then all the better for you. Neither of us has much to be robbed of and my kind doesn't really blend in too well in your towns."

Arthur watched the cricket collect his cups and remaining leaves and how carefully he packed them in a makeshift rucksack of sorts, a combination of sturdy looking vines and wide leaves he wasn't sure he had ever seen before.

"We have plenty of time until sunset. I would be delighted to bring you with me to my people and perhaps you can find some answers there, maybe the village doctor can do something about your amnesia." Clark chirped, his serious tone fading. "Otherwise I can give you directions to the town but I would highly suggest you don't go there. It's your choice."