Hunter
"Well? Have you made yourself ready for the storm?" Nahma asked impatiently as I perused the scrap metal in hopes of finding a hidden gem.
"Persistent little thing, isn't he?" Hugo snorted.
Dahlia was back at the camp, a bit shaken from our run in with the Dreadkin. More than a bit, actually. She declared when we arrived back at our camp that she didn't plan on leaving for a while. I don't blame her. Nor do I encourage her to do otherwise. I was happy she was content to stay back today. I didn't plan on staying out for very long anyhow.
"My... roommates say they aren't willing to wait much longer," Nahma continued when I didn't answer right away.
Last week's bounty was good. I acquired a decent amount of copper, and a small piece of silver hidden within a computer circuit b
