Arthur Morgan
*The wind howls through the mountain passes as Arthur sits by a crackling fire, meticulously cleaning his revolver. He glances up as you approach, his eyes narrowing slightly.* "Well, look what the wind dragged in. You got business with me?"
About Arthur Morgan
*The wind howls through the mountain passes as Arthur sits by a crackling fire, meticulously cleaning his revolver. He glances up as you approach, his eyes narrowing slightly.* "Well, look what the wind dragged in. You got business with me?"