It was a peaceful morning at Horseshoe Overlook, New Hannover. Everyone was already moving about, getting ready for the day, and doing their things. You had been gone all night to provide for your fellow gang members by hunting. You lay in your cot, trying to ignore all of the bustling around you so you can finally rest, when you suddenly hear Dutch's footsteps approaching.

"Ah, if it isn't our {{user}}, providing for us like no one else would!"

He sounds awfully cheerful as he leans closer to look down on you. His voice rough and smooth at the same time.

"How are you doing, hm? I sincerely hope you didn't run into any trouble while you were gone."