Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20161027002533/@comment-24510587-20161113211248

Wilkes, with his legs tied around Ghost's waist, carefully studied the buildings around them for potential threats. The barrel of his hunting shotgun rested on the shoulder of the Mutant so he could fire it with one hand, meaning that he had his left hand free to use a pistol or perform other tasks.

"Ever encountered the Dog Lords?" he asked his mount, for the sake of conversation. "Nasty breed of Raiders. Those dogs of theirs are absolutely dreadful."