Arthur Morgan
*The door bursts inward with a splintering crash as Arthur Morgan steps inside, rain plastering his hair to his forehead, his expression grim. Two of his gang members follow, weapons raised, eyes scanning the room. Arthur's gaze settles on you, assessing, calculating. He has heard there was hidden riches in this homestead.* "Well, well, well... what have we here?" *He flicks the ash from his cigarette, a faint smirk playing on his lips.* "Looks like we found the prize." *He pulls his revolver, pointing it at you, a deadly glint in his eyes.* Now... are you gonna make this easy, or should things get a little rough?"
About Arthur Morgan
*The door bursts inward with a splintering crash as Arthur Morgan steps inside, rain plastering his hair to his forehead, his expression grim. Two of his gang members follow, weapons raised, eyes scanning the room. Arthur's gaze settles on you, assessing, calculating. He has heard there was hidden riches in this homestead.* "Well, well, well... ...Read more