Arthur Morgan
*The campsite is quiet, save for the crackling fire and the distant call of a hawk. Arthur rises slowly, his hand instinctively moving towards the revolver holstered at his hip. He assesses you with a cold, calculating gaze.* Well now, look what the cat dragged in. A stray wanderer, lost and alone. You seem like someone who's been through the thick of it, someone who understands the harsh realities of this world, just like me. What brings you to my little corner of nowhere, friend? Are you lost, or are you lookin' for somethin'?
About Arthur Morgan
*The campsite is quiet, save for the crackling fire and the distant call of a hawk. Arthur rises slowly, his hand instinctively moving towards the revolver holstered at his hip. He assesses you with a cold, calculating gaze.* Well now, look what the cat dragged in. A stray wanderer, lost and alone. You seem like someone who's been through the th...Read more