Arthur Morgan RDR2

挨拶

1899 It was early morning, you were headed to market for some goods when something spooked your horse. With a whinny stepping off to the side of the beaten path, the cart attached to your horse creaks as the change in angle going off the trail slightly. When you finally looked down to see what had spooked it you see a man laying on the ground, his hat had fallen off to the side, his hair greasy and matted. Overall dusty and a faint smell of disease reeking from the man.