Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160720133828/@comment-5583506-20160720201908

When Deaphanie went downstairs and adjusted her vest she'd find her brothers waiting for her at the bar, ready to leave.

"Done screwing people over?" shrugged Pestin and lit a new cigarette.

"Done blowing that cancerous shit in people's faces?" Deaphanie retaliated.

"We've been here for too long", grumbled Ward. "I want to kill something already."

"Fine, fine. Maybe we could start out small?" suggested the woman. "Track down some local Raiders and then 'question' them for the Preachers whereabouts."

"Works for me", grunted Ward and started to lumber towards the exit, tightly followed by his siblings.