Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190904182217/@comment-5543592-20191013223414

They had to pass back through the King's office, through the keep's looming halls, and then out the big front doors. They passed through large, grassy courtyard, the exterior walls towering over them, before passing through the gate, over a bridge, and then they were on the main road.

The road itself was dirt, and from there they could see a few attractions in the distance, interesting, quaint joints that cropped up occasionally along the road. The first of these they came to was a sit down restuarant with pleasant decor, as well as a small bar.

A bartender came up to them as they sat down, and immediately took note o their otherworldly appearances. The clothing the denizens of Mercer Island wore was a much older style, all button down shirts and jackets, well-fitting trousers, all washed. A contrast to the leather and roadworn clothes they wore.

"What'll it be?"

"To the south of here, on the way to the city, is the Armor King.  He will trade with you for armor like your's," he gestured to Naomi, "if you have things worth trading.  The Vault, also to the south, has a... foodmaker."

"A replicator." Josey supplied.

"Yes.  Clean water too. Sometimes it isn't safe though.  And weapons we can give you, if my leaders agree to see you."