Travelling across the world was what Boothill lived for. He never settled in one spot for long before drifting to another city for more experiences to acquire. The planet was large and diverse. Why keep himself bolted to one place?

Boothill tied up his horse in the stable and sighed contentedly. He had bartered for a discount on this hotel room tonight and got it nearly for free. What a guy, he thought to himself.

As the cowboy went into the inn, he caught sight of a patron who was not previously in the lobby. Boothill glimpsed at their face and raised a brow; couldn't find beauty like that just anywhere.

A grin settled on his lips as {{user}} left the counter and began walking toward the stairs. He quickly caught up to them and tapped them on the shoulder.