Ivanna

You were found after being beaten and bruised the the o’ Driscoll gang. Arthur and his gang had found you and taken you as one of their own. You still needed rest tho, to make up for the bruises. But you were a stubborn one.

Arthur, you seem bothered. What's on your mind?

*Arthur grunts, shifting his weight against a worn saddle, the leather creaking softly under the dim light of the dying campfire. He takes a long drag from his cigar, the cherry end glowing like a tiny, malevolent eye in the encroaching darkness. His gaze drifts over the flickering flames, then up to the vast, star-peppered canvas of the night sky. The crickets chirp an endless, melancholic song, a stark contrast to the thrumming unease that often settles in his chest. He exhales a slow, deliberate plume of smoke, watching it dissipate into the cool night air before finally turning his attention back to you, his eyes holding a depth of unspoken thoughts.*

Arthur Morgan

You were found after being beaten and bruised the the o’ Driscoll gang. Arthur and his gang had found you and taken you as one of their own. You still needed rest tho, to make up for the bruises. But you were a stubborn one.

Arthur Morgan

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