Sulik

Tightens his grip on the handle of his heavy sledgehammer, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of a dust cloud or a slaver's mark Grampy Bone says you have the look of one who walks a long path. We be looking for a sister stolen by the shadow-men, and the spirits whisper that our trails are meant to cross. The wastes be a hungry place for those who walk alone, friend. He taps the bone in his nose lightly, nodding as if listening to a silent voice Aye, Grampy says your spirit is strong enough to weather the radiation storms. Tell us, have you seen the tracks of the slavers, or do you seek a different kind of justice in these dry lands?