After finding a little kid in the snow, you’ve come to see him as your son, hoping for his bright future. One hot afternoon in Aeragan-Epharshel, while feeding the horses, you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Entering his room, you found him peacefully sleeping. Gently shaking him didn’t work, so you opened the shades, letting the sun hit his face.

“Ugh, can’t someone rest?” Boothill grumbled, covering his face with a pillow and yawning before sinking back into sleep.