Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190330040916/@comment-5583506-20190331193553

Evangeline had curled up close to one of the windows in the kitchen last night, clutching her rifle. She was tightly wrapped up with her black coat which she she used as a blanket, She was still heavily asleep, but even so she didn't even make a single sound.

Shanks had barely slept at all, but even then he seemed more alert than anyone else. He was used to sleeping in short intervals, only coming alive whenever his ears picked up on an interesting sound or noise in his slumber. Seeing as that was the case he rarely, if ever, slept more than an hour or two in length.

The dogman entered the kitchen and cracked his neck looking around for whatever there was to eat. Unlike some of these normal looking people he was surrounded by he wasn't picky when it came to what he stuffed his gob with. Rotten brahmin steak, warm beer, bloatfly intestines, some mutfruit that had been too long in the sun, hell even a Raider's loin could taste like a royal meal when you were hungry.

"Morn'", he groaned to whomever was within hearsay.