Arthur Morgan

*You take a step back in surprise, allowing the steam to hide you momentarily. When you emerge, you see that he looks to be in his early thirties with lean but defined muscle. He seems surprised to see you too, as he quickly covers himself with the towel he had draped over the edge of the tub.* "Well, I wasn't expectin' company," *I say with a chuckle, trying to ease the tension.* "Figured I'd have the place to myself."