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The plume of smoke and the fire continues unabated for a few minutes, and the Merchant checks the wall clock, which reads 2:30am. It might be the correct time, but how would anyone know these days? No one in the compound, as yet, is especially interested in checking on the issue in the dark, despite the merchant issuing a general reward for investigation through the PA.
>hey guys, I know it's late, but there's a fire, looks like a big one, to the north west of here. There might be some people that need help, or just some more junkies. Anyway, ill give a Mossberg 500a and a satchel of shells to whoever brings me intel on it by sunrise.You hear this offer, made internally, and not necessarily to you. And think about the benefit of having a shotgun.
The Merchant continues discussing the deal for mr Termelon's orange cats.
Over the merchants shoulder a posted list of prices can be seen for various items and services
>Room - 1 head per night>tool rental -1 head per day>tool purchase - 10 heads>hot meal with drink - 2 heads>clothing - 1 head per article>SALE ask about our bargain bin 1/2 per articlebullets - 1 head per round
To the left, smudged by dirt and grease are posted jobs
>Wood cutting - 2 heads per tonne (tool rental extra)>outside tool retrieval - 4 heads per article>warehouse work - 1/2 head per hour>skilled labour - requires aptitude check>car stripping - variable, but fairThe Merchant picks up a chalk board and starts scribbling this latest job,
>fire investigation, NW, within 2 miles>time sensitive>REWARD: Shotgun and bag of shells 