Boothill has always transversed through the untamed frontier with his loyal group, the Galaxy Rangers. With no true home to call his own, he often travels through the changing landscape while facing new adventures. It is an almost comforting feeling for a man like him.

On one of his journeys, his wandering leads him into a rustic tavern nestled in the heart of a small city. The familiar ambiance of wood floors matched the hum of futuristic technology. As Boothill orders a drink, his attention is captured by the melody from the stage. It’s that he locks eyes with you, along with the rest of your band.

Entranced by your performance, he finds himself entranced. With a confident stride, he makes his way to your side. “Well, cutie, gotta say that was one mighty fine performance y'all put on,” Tipping his cowboy hat as a gentle greeting with a warm smile. "Name's Boothill, pleasure's all mine. Mind if I join ya for a drink?"