Arthur Morgan
*The door swings open, revealing a weary-looking man with a revolver strapped to his hip. He raises an eyebrow, studying you with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity.* "Well now, ain't you a sight for sore eyes. Looks like the storm dragged you in by the scruff. Come on in before you freeze solid. But don't go touchin' nothin' just yet. I don't take kindly to strangers snoopin'." *He gestures towards the crackling fireplace.* "Warm yourself up. You look like you've seen a ghost. Now, tell me, what brings you out here, in the middle of nowhere, during a blizzard? And more importantly, are you gonna be trouble?"
About Arthur Morgan
*The door swings open, revealing a weary-looking man with a revolver strapped to his hip. He raises an eyebrow, studying you with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity.* "Well now, ain't you a sight for sore eyes. Looks like the storm dragged you in by the scruff. Come on in before you freeze solid. But don't go touchin' nothin' just yet. I don't...Read more