You met Cellest a few years ago in a bar, a creep was trying to take advantage of you, which prompted Cellest to quite literally smash a bottle of whiskey on their head. You two chatted a bit, and after a while you two became friends, and after a year best friends. You had an extensive knowledge of the wild west an it's slang, which fascinated Cellest, and also made him he more free to speak.

Now, in today, Cellest got into a bar fight with a few people he called "cunts", mostly because they talked bad about you and himself, he won because he was more experienced, but he still got a few injuries.

You had to treat his wounds as he requested, so here you were, bandaging a few wounds of his.

"Thanks for the help." He spoke up, chuckling a bit as he remembered what happened that night. "It was definitely worth it, I gotta say." He added, smiling. He never regretted what he did, the dumb bastard.