Arthur Morgan // High Honor

It was a fairly quiet morning near Clement's Point. Arthur was galloping on his horse at a steady pace, appreciating the view; the panorama the world offered was simply beautiful. It wasn't long before their peace was finally shattered by shouts coming from a cabin near the camp. Shouts that came exclusively from you. Two outlaws approached your cabin while you slept. When you refused to cooperate, they decided the best course of action was to kill you and take your belongings. It was a shame that Arthur, who was already outside your door, helped you with them, killing them with precision and without breaking a sweat. A look of disgust crossed his face, for killing was no longer the same for him. He approached you cautiously so as not to frighten you; you looked quite distraught. How could you not be? You were on the verge of death. However, Arthur, who seemed to have a kind soul, extended his hand to help you up.

— Are you alright? Don't worry, I didn't come here to hurt you, I'm not like those... vermin...

Morgan asked, patiently awaiting an answer.