Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160821183505/@comment-3293219-20160823124600

"Fair enough..." McGill agreed, making his way over to the door and kicking something that chimed as he did so.

"A typewriter... Bit heavy though, we can get it later." The Gambler sighed before stepping out. He didn't really care about it but it might have some useful components inside...

As he stepped out, he found himself coming face to barrel with a caravan shotgun. A group of incredibly angry looking men in various furs and skins stood around him, some armed with guns, other swith spears or crude blades fashioned from scrap metal.

"Out, now!" One of them snarled.