Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190722223928/@comment-5543592-20190807213906

"What about her?" Tiaret said. "You're not trying to kill that Bishop boy again, are you, Gloria?  We've been over this."

The pair of them emerged into the shaded clearing. The grass was soft, and well kept. The blocky log house loomed above, light bursting from its windows, to bright for them to see inside. It had one entrance: a tall, heavy door with iron hinges.

"I believe it was Shrike's way of leveling the playing field.  A game of absolutely even odds played to neither of our strengths."

Mister Fingers looked towards the entrance of the kitchen, as if he could see beyond it.

"Ah, your friends will be joining us soon, it appears..  Perhaps they'll eat some of this, it'd be a shame for it to go to waste."

The safe door fell open, revealing several money clips of NCR dollars, as well as a folder of important-looking documents.