>>6001520>>6001529You open the wooden door to a small storage room filled with mechanical parts on two broad shelving units. A well-built man with a permanently-etched smirk on his face is facing you. He's wearing a navy blue jumpsuit covered in oil stains. He doesn't look happy to see you, despite his expression.
"Fuck're you!? Fuck're you doing here!? You been in the fog, ya crazy!?" he shouts, pointing at you. He is holding a heavy wrench in his other hand.
>"What's wrong with the fog?" [Social-1 (-1:Out-of-Towner)]>"Yes.">"No?" [Social-1 (-1:Obviously Lying)]>"Are you Roth?">Leave>Attack! [Might]You have:
||Car Keys
||Pen With Black Ink
||Comedy Flashlight
||Pack of Batteries
||Frog Magnet
You are:
||Organized, +1 to Search rolls
||Young, +1 to Agility rolls
