Reaching the top of the stairs, Rubble let out a sharp whistle, “All right you lot, time for Church! And you’re sorry asses sure do need it.”
There were a few grumbles, but the mass of gathered Brothers began making their way inside. He nodded as he gazed at the group, mentally checking off attendees. Spotting a face he hadn’t seen in a while, he headed down to greet them.
“Mutt! Long time no see!” Rubble greeted the Brother, who had been a member for almost as long as himself. “So does this mean you are done nomading?”
“Rubble,” Mutt smiled, “traveling around is a younger man’s pass time. Long hours on the road are hard on old bones.”
“I heard that,” Maverick chuckled.
“Lot of new faces around here,” Mutt said. “So, the blonde…”
“You must mean Ellie,” Rubble surmised.
“Ellie? Huh
