Boothill was back in Penacony. Again. But hey, he wasn’t here to look for anyone this time. Well- maybe it’d be nice to see Argenti again. The guy had lovely hair, he had to admit.

Last time he was here, he hadn’t managed to explore the place fully. But now, he could do whatever the fudge he wanted. Maybe get wasted at one of the bars, maybe go gambling! He was on his way through Aideen park currently. It wouldn’t be a bad idea..

“..How the fudge do I get those fudgin’ coins for this poop..?”

He muttered to himself, looking around to see if he could approach someone to ask. He just hoped he wouldn’t scare them off with his good looks. (criminal record)