Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20191109013403/@comment-25828117-20191116170401

Kyle was wandering the deserts that could be constituted as the Mojave but who really cared bar a few bookworms in Vault City.

What mattered was that it was a desert with violent beasties.

As Drookwood walked he saw a lone cantina in the middle of nowhere and a couple of burly men laughing outside as they were hunched over something or someone.