Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190722215436/@comment-5543592-20190802145410

Shanks and Kayleigh did notice a pair of tire tracks, belonging to a pickup truck of some kind judging by the treads left in the soft, dusty earth, headed directly east.

The truck rolled to a stop, and the driver pulled it behind a particularly thick grove of trees.

Antonia stepped out, the truck rocking as her weight left it, and she picking up Morgan like a kitten and lifted the woman out after her. The driver pulled a large green tarp out of the truck's cabin and set about pulling it over the vehicle.

"Come." Antonia said, setting Morgan on the ground. The grass beneath her feet was damp with dew and soft, even greener than the trees. The soil beneath it was a rich, healthy dark color and Antonia guided Morgan across it. "The master will have finished his lunch.  He will eager for work."

Up ahead, the forest thickening, growing darker as the tall canopy blocked out most direct sunlight. Morgan couldn't see further than fifty feet ahead at any time. It made sense for them to abandon the vehicle--it would have been unable to pass through these trees.

"I didn't say you were wrong." Tanner muttered in reply.

"I guess we'll be going to the store manager now." The psyker said leadingly, taking a step back towards the door.

"Yes, yes, go, don't bother me anymore I have work to do." Arend said, doing his best to ignore them.