Playing Matchmaker
Rp with @imperator-ryan !!
During an outing where he was out gathering some more supplies for his new compound, Pittonii recognized a feeling of being watched. It was just about sundown over the wastes and he knew going alone at night was a deathwish. At this first sign of trouble, Pittonii knew exactly where to go. He ran like hell across the desert and quickly slid under a rusted out gate into the Crow’s Nest Outpost. Anyone possibly tailing him wouldn’t be stupid enough to follow him there. He hoisted himself up with a groan and smoothed the sand from his thighs as he made his way further into the Outpost. He kept an eye out for the CrowDazzle, as he’d most likely want some form of payment in exchange for shelter.
In Gastown, Outcrier was grumbling to himself over the duties thrust upon him by the ‘lazy bastards’ up top. He was one of the few who could still write well enough to send off important papers to neighboring compounds. He sighed as he scribbled the orders onto the pages of a very old sketchbook. It was a relic one may say, of the old times, but of course the Outcrier has no time to dwell on such matters when he was irritable. Folding the paper haphazardly, he shoved it into the hands of a warboy and shooed him out into the night with orders to take a crew out to deliver it. The note would be delivered by the crew to the third compound west of Gastown. It was a larger station than most of Stank Gum’s ilk, and more productive if the numbers Outcrier were calculating were true. The note was an order from Stank Gum himself, for the Top Dog to report to Gastown asap. Who that Top Dog was? The Outcrier had no clue, just that he was needed for something or other. After sending the note off, the racemaster decided that he’d get some sleep and slumped back in his favorite chair for a few Zs.