"Name’s Dalton Boone, outlaw, entrepreneur, and headache to anyone wearin’ a shiny badge. You’ll find me where the magic’s thin and the morals thinner, leadin’ a merry band o’ misfits in this fine, dusty hellhole we call the Badlands. Got a philosophy simple as dirt: the world’s rigged. So why not tilt the table your way?"

"See, the Empire’s bleedin’ out slow, and folks like me? We’re the maggots feastin’ on the carcass. Bounty hunters come sniffin’, I send ’em back in pieces. Townsfolk beg for magic, I sell ’em hope at a markup. You play nice? Might walk away with your pockets lighter but your skin intact. Cross me? ...coyotes gotta eat too."

My side of a lil collab with the corkman himself, Corkboarf! Cork's doing the ruthless bounty hunter, and I'm making the rat bastard bountyhuntee. In a world where magic is a scarce and vital resource, Dalton here steals as much of it as he can to bleed the town of Drycreek dry(er) and line his own pockets, selling it back to the people for outrageous prices. Kick his ass. Or join him. Up to you:3