Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170125214247/@comment-25828117-20170129195141

William sighed with relief when he managed to open the lid of a can of pre-war raviolli, the new yorker leaned in to savour the smell. Pre-war food beats most of what you can find out in the wild even though he wasn't entirely certain how it used to be prepared back in day.

William let the sauce covered pasta meat cushions slip down his gullet. This was the first breakfast with some notion of taste since he left Montana.

After his hunger was sated the former agent got the rest of the supplies and his old stuff and left the shack he had called home for the night. Without waking anyone up or telling em' he was going, William left the Indian village and embarked south, to Emerald City.