“It’s basic stuff,” Flechette said, “But it’ll hold you for a little while.”
“Thank you,” Parian spoke, reaching over the makeshift yellow line for the bag. She held it behind her back with both hands.
🙂
Just over her right shoulder, cloth formed into a rough shape, a trio of needles with attached spools of thread weaving in and around it, a razor cutting at pieces of it.
Oh nice. Is she embedding the bag into a stuffed creature so she can have it walk on its own?
“How are you managing?” Flechette asked.
“Some kids came through around noon, roughed up the mother of one of my friends.”
Ouch.
“I told you to call me if there was trouble!”
“I handled it. Kind of. They ran when they saw my rabbit.
A pirate boxer rabbit might not be all that scary in its own right, but when it’s nine feet tall and chasing you, pretty much anything can be scary.
According to my friend’s mom, they were trying to get someone to tell them where they could get food, and she was afraid they’d take everything if she told them where we have our stuff. I think they were more hungry than dangerous. Not enough food going around.”
Scavengers, I suppose you could call them.
The cloth took on a rough shape with arms and legs. “Erm, that makes it sound like I’m blaming you guys-”
Ah, right, since the PRT is in charge of protecting incoming resources. I don’t think Flechette and Vista are taking it like that, though.
“You’re right,” Flechette interrupted. “We’re not doing a good job of getting supplies to everyone. We can’t. Any time we try to distribute it, a group like Hookwolf’s gang or the Merchants try to seize it.
Huh. I wasn’t expecting her to agree. Fair enough!
Even if the heroes on duty fend them off, the citizens get scared away.”
Yeeah, it’s a risky waterhole to visit.
A metaphorical waterhole, that is. The entire city is a “risky waterhole" in a more literal sense, especially a little south of here.
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