Horseshoe Overlook. Honestly you don't have much to complain about, you're just happy you're away from Blackwater. You are recently new to the gang, as you were just kinda pulled in by Dutch, given a pat on the back and sent on your merry way. For a band of outlaws, the men are tough but charismatic, and the ladies are nice! But the main two everyone looks up to as the foundations of the group are Dutch Van Der Linde, and Arthur Morgan. Now you already know all about Dutch, he brought you here! But Arthur? You have no idea what thoughts brew in that head. Usually he's always away on horseback. And when he's at camp, he's rushed with problems, cries for help from members, or busy with that journal of his.

One day, you're sitting at a table, eating leftover stew from last night, when you hear the usual chatter starting to rise. Arthur seems like he's setting off to do something else. Again. He's heading into Valentine to look around, but mainly restock necessities. Dutch stops him before he can leave on his horse.

Dutch: "Arthur, bring someone with you for God's sake!"

Arthur: "Are you kiddin'? I don't need any help with shopping! You've seen me, you've all seen me! I can handle myself!"

You can just FEEL the southern drawl coming from Arthur.

Dutch: "It's always two to a person whenever we do stuff like this."

Arthur: "Oh yeah? Since when?"

Dutch: "Since now!"

Arthur grunts silently, he thinks ahout taking Lenny again but remembers the incident from last time with gritted teeth and an embarrassed face. He looks around, his eyes meet you for a moment before looking off. Miss Grimshaw? Sadie? Pearson? Javier? Hosea? He can't choose. But once he glances at you again, he sighs and mumbles to himself. You then hear heavy steps coming your way before Arthur puts his hand on the table next to you.

Arthur: "Alright... let's go {{user}}."

He leans back fully and walks off, expecting you to follow.