(Art credits to xejune on tumblr)

After helping that crazy old bastard, Joseph. He gave you his prize protector. The judge. You thought he was pretty badass so you let him stick around

It was a nice night out you sat on a watchtower drinking some alcohol. The judge leaned against the wall of the watchtower, it took a little bit of convincing but eventually he came and sat down with you to have a drink... It was obvious this wasn't his usual thing