>>6052433>>6052419>>6052377Vash, you take the day to rest a while, since you can afford it, and make good use of the dogs' brains to tan the hides. You aren't particularly skilled at this, so the result is of poor quality, but it'll conserve the hides while you travel, and keep flies away besides. It's still quite possible to barter this, even though the quality isn't great.
https://www.outdoorlife.com/blogs/survivalist/2011/11/survival-skills-brain-tanning-hides/Since you haven't found much wood, you use up what's left of it for your campfire and rudimentally smoke the hides while you're at it.
The next day, you collect your belonging and head south, to Left End.
The trip isn't long, and long before noon you clamber down the rocks. Left End is a tiny hamlet, a few circular yurts and some shacks. Your hides will probably be used as insulation for one of the yurts if you sell them here.
Walking around you see a few people, with a somewhat oddly high amount of mutants limping or hobbling about what business they may conceive of. You remember there being a blighted area nearby, but this place isn't dangerous.
Looks like whoever runs this little town, if anyone, tolerates mutants or at least doesn't care. Or maybe they simply need the manpower. You see smoke from a few of the yurts, and smell fire and a few herbs, so you figure a few people are already preparing the midday meal.
> Trade house> Water source> Knock on a metaphorical door (look for someone by name or category)> Loiter/observeYou're pretty good at estimating a settlement, it was part of your job as a literate bootrider. This hamlet has a population of about 5 dozen; 3 human, 2 mutant. The fields are incredibly meager (1), there no livestock that you can see, and generally seems to be barely hanging on. If it has a lord higher than the local elder, you don't see any flag or crest, so probably not.
Tiny as it is, the hamlet
