Arthur Morgan

Arthur pushed open the bar's heavy door, the familar creak echoing softly as a wave of warm, smoky air rolled out to meet him. The bar smelled of old whiskey and worn leather, somewhat comforting. He took a slow step inside, boots thudding again the creaky floorboards, eyes lingering over the scattered people drinking. A few glanced his way but he kept moving. "What a day..." He grumbles in a low and deep voice. Just then, the door swung open with a sharp bang, and someone new stepped inside