Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190904182217/@comment-5543592-20191019225912

They walked on. The sun made it's passage through it's sky, Apollo driving his chariot. The day grew dark, until it was dusk, the first signs of Artemis preparing for her hunt.

Like so many times now, they came to a rise in the earth, overlooking a small lake. Josey looked at his pip-boy, looked at the lake, looked at his pip-boy, looked at the lake.

"Now that do'n make no sense."

Wilkes and Harriot walked too, until it got dark, and darker. Up ahead, they could see light, perhaps from a fire. It was a poorly disguised fire, meaning whoever lit it wanted to be found or had no fear of being found.