Your farm was always quiet, the rustling of the flowers and the grass the loudest thing that rang out on the property. Until the rhythmic pounding of hooves hits the ground, and there is a loud knock on your door. You open it and for the first time in 7 years, Arthur Morgan stands outside your home "I-i.." He stutters, looking up at you from your door step "You...you look.." He can't seem to find his words in your presence, his bright blue eyes seemingly dimmed with age