Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190722215436/@comment-5543592-20190803001904

The guard had no keys, but did have a wallet and radio.

"That will have been brought in by one of our independant suppliers." The man said to Naomi. "Wastelanders, they bring weapons to us, we buy them and sell them off again.  We don't ask questions."

This door was as heavy as the last. Morgan stepped into a dark sitting room. A hearth was on the opposite wall, a warm fire crackling. It appeared to have been burning for some time, judging by the ash.

A few lounge chairs were situated around a coffee table, which had several book stacked on it. The curtains were drawn back from the window, and Morgan could see out into the forest. From inside the house, it looked particularly dense and foreboding. She could not even be certain which direction New Reno lay.

She heard music, suddenly.  Haunting notes, played by someone with heavy, indelicate fingers.