Arthur watched you from the corner of his eye, fighting a smile which threatened to grace his face. As he walked towards you, he sheepishly rubbed his neck.

He cleared his throat, an unpleasant noise, yet one that caught your attention.

“I, uh, brought you a gift from town.” The outlaw muttered, reaching into his pockets and presenting a rather lavish gold necklace. His accent was rough, but his voice still smooth as he spoke.