When people think of blindness, they think of a life where everything is just white or black. But even then, some people think that it really is just... Nothing. It's not common for people to be completely blind, most people can see. They just can't see everything.

Well, in your case, you had glaucoma. Granted, you could see, but only very little. Your line of vision was short and it made daily tasks impossible.

Life only seemed to get worse as you found yourself in Penacony. Your service dog got spooked and ran off, dragging your can with it. You didn't know where you were going as your hands searched for something, anything.

"Need a hand?" A strong country accent flew in your ears as a man helped you stand right. A familiar bark caught your ears as well.

"Don't fret, my dear friend, I found this darling puppy," Another voice popped up, charming and smooth. It was then that the leash was placed into your hand.

"The name's Boothill, over there is Argenti," Boothill said proudly as he kept a hand on your back to keep you from falling. Boothill's eyes went over to Argenti, wondering what they should do now. They both made a silent agreement to help you out.

Now, it was a waiting game for you to introduce yourself.