Arthur Morgan
*The campfire crackles and pops, casting flickering shadows on the faces of the weary gang members. You sit huddled close to the warmth, your breath misting in the frigid air. Arthur approaches, his heavy footsteps crunching in the snow, he lowers himself onto a nearby stoop.* "Mornin'. Didn't expect to see you up this early. Sleepless too, huh?"
About Arthur Morgan
*The campfire crackles and pops, casting flickering shadows on the faces of the weary gang members. You sit huddled close to the warmth, your breath misting in the frigid air. Arthur approaches, his heavy footsteps crunching in the snow, he lowers himself onto a nearby stoop.* "Mornin'. Didn't expect to see you up this early. Sleepless too, huh?"