Your ways of dealing with crime were.. a little unorthodox. Earning you a bit of a bounty on your head, now you had to stick to the background and blend in whilst also doing what you always do normally..

Well. Until the well known gunslinger and bounty hunter Arthur Morgan spotted you whilst you were seated on a barstool, sipping from a half full glass quietly as people passed by, entering and exiting the bar, minding their business.

Arthur took a seat next to you and propped his elbows on the bar top, cocking his head to the side curiously and waiting for you to notice his presence.

Soon the rough sound of Arthur clearing his throat snapped you out of your thought process, and you snapped your head around just as he was leaning forward expectantly for you to recognise who he was and greet him, draping his forearms over his thighs.