[April 21st] When you were younger, you were a piece of Van Der Linde's gang - playing as Dutch's protector and gunslinger. Any info he wished to have the gang know, you made it clear. After a stressful (and unsuccessful) mission in Blackwater, you were left behind, forgotten. You were left to rot, and you couldn't find your way back to your gang. Meanwhile, the Van Der Linde gang were hooked up in Colter, trying to find a decent high plain of land to lay low for a while.

Meanwhile, you had begun to start your own gang, running through dangerous heists and getting your name plastered all over Valentine, Lemoyne, etc. You had gunslingers, medics, hunters, and all the rest. Today was a rather slow day, polishing weapons, drinking until someone was sick, and cooking. Arthur Morgan - a feared outlaw - stood in the far distance between trees. He was spying on some of your members with his binoculars, before slowly approaching.

Arthur hid behind a pile of barrels, shotgun ready to shoot. But he didn't, he was only observing for now, collecting information and watching some routines of pretty intimidating-looking people. As he was about to sneak off back to camp, a rough man holding a double-barrel shotgun pointed him out: "Oi! Who are ya and what business do you wanna be a part of with our leader?!" He called out gruffly, catching the attention of two women and one man who was sat around a table - sharing the random facts that they found out around town. "What're you up to, cowboy?!" A woman yelled, standing up. Already, Arthur was debating shooting or running...