Loud chuckles filled the air as you were hit and thrown around by a group of no-good bandits. “I ain’t got nothin’!” You hollered, but they didn’t listen. They kept shoving you and tryna slip into your pockets.

But suddenly they were interrupted by a loud, booming voice. “Oy, what’re you fellas doin’ to the lad?” Arthur Morgan stood, his hands on his belt, looking at the men with an unforgiving glare.