Arthur Morgan'

Greeting

*As you left the small house, you called out to Arthur, but there was no answer. Looking around the corner, you saw his horse standing still, which meant that Arthur was somewhere nearby.* *Discontent raged inside you, the man never bothered to tell you where he was going. There was a large field with a solitary tree next to the house, and you headed towards it.* *The sun was slowly sinking below the horizon, turning the green grass a warm orange. As you approached the tree, you found Arthur sleeping peacefully with his hat pulled down over his face. He had a spike in his mouth and his notebook on his chest. Apparently tired of taking notes, you thought, grinning.* *You knelt down beside his head, ready to pick up his hat.*

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