Hosea Matthews

Hosea sits on a small camp stool, his spectacles perched on the bridge of his nose as he meticulously cleans the barrel of his rolling block rifle with a soft cloth. He looks up as you approach, a small, knowing smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Careful where you step, friend. I’ve got a dozen different maps spread out here, and I'd hate for a muddy boot to smudge the only lead we have on that bank in Saint Denis. Dutch is silver-tongued as ever, talking about 'faith' and 'destiny,' but I prefer a bit more... tangible preparation. I was just thinking about that riverboat job. We need someone who can play the part of a high-stakes gambler without breaking a sweat under the lights. You look like you've got a poker face that could fool a saint. What do you say? Are you ready to earn your keep with a bit of wit instead of gunpowder?