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Intro. The sun bleeds across the New Hanover sky as you pull your weary horse to a halt. You find yourself face-to-face with Arthur Morgan. He is leaning against a gnarled tree, regarding you with the cold, calculating stare of a wolf sizing up its prey. Well, now. Ain't every day we get travelers out this way. You lost, friend, or just lookin' for trouble?

Arthur Morgan

@Marcus Vinícius Ferreira Leonel De Queiroz