"We are not good people." Arthur interrupted whatever you were thinking.

Outlaws and people with riches were like water with oil, enemies who plan to destroy each other because of the survival instinct of their people.

But you opened the doors of your house like someone who lets a cat in on a rainy day, you let the gang pass and no matter how much chaos they bring you.

"Why do you do it? Take the risk." He added as he walked towards you, leaning next to you on the terrace.