...ran along the outside of the wall til we found him. Made okay trades and got enough grit for a good hunt. Shared some book. Won at dice from some guilders and slept in a real bed. Finder got us two more goons, a human and a half-orc. They're plenty strong, but not sure how they'll handle the Waste.
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Finder and Asshole gave me dawn watch and I'm beat. Bagged two morons today and think we've got a scent. Found a poke-out, but it was posted with...
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Finder is pissed at me for stabbing him. He'd probably square off if I wasn't the one feeds him. Lover-f*cking hypocrite. Like he wouldn't slit my throat if shoes were switched. And probably whistles while he does it. That's what you do with a squatter, and if he won't admit it, devil take him. I never seen Finder smile before that squatter got him, creeped me out. He blew Asshole's head off, clean across the room. The morons backed me up and Finder and all. I cooked their shit and then lit Finder up like a fire vent. And now his pride is bothering him cause of some singed eyebrows. Vainful wretch.
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We're so far out of book. Finder says we ain't gonna die, but with one goon down and the other two virgins... f*ck me. He aims to follow the morons back to mamma, which is how we met them squatters and lost Asshole.
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We've found a poke-out here, at last, and we'll all just rest a bit. Get calm and settled before we go on in.
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