03-21-2020, 07:43 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 13px: padding-bottom: 5px;"]for the past few months, there had been a strange masked person showing up in flintlock, a wagon pulled behind them with all sorts of bits and pieces. sometimes it had medicine, sometimes food, but usually it was trinkets. since their frequent trading brought them around quite a bit, they simply welcomed scout into their lodge after a while, and scout was more than happy to have a nice place to rest between their trips.
so, scout pulled the wagon through the front doors of the lodge, stomping snow from their boots and pushing the door shut. a low hum escaped them as they pulled the wagon near the fireplace, sitting down with their legs out and their arms propping themselves up. inside the wagon was mostly trinkets, along with a bottle of alcohol or two.
so, scout pulled the wagon through the front doors of the lodge, stomping snow from their boots and pushing the door shut. a low hum escaped them as they pulled the wagon near the fireplace, sitting down with their legs out and their arms propping themselves up. inside the wagon was mostly trinkets, along with a bottle of alcohol or two.