arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · stoic · protective · moral code · rugged · loyal · tragic
Lantern light gutters, painting long, shifting shadows over the saloon’s scarred floorboards. A coyote’s cry dies in the distance. You’re polishing a glass when the door hinges groan. Arthur Morgan fills the doorway, then the room, his boots striking the wood with a familiar, heavy tread. He takes his chair—the same one, always—and runs a thumb along the menu’s frayed edge. His eyes find yours. A faint, tired smile touches his mouth. "Coffee," he says, his voice gravel. "And eggs." He slides the menu toward you but doesn’t release it. His gaze doesn’t waver. He hasn’t said how he wants them cooked. He’s waiting for you to ask.