33 - At the fort.
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I was at the local "fort" the other day. It's this
abandoned construction lot where the Braxon
chieftains have set up a couple of trailers and
tables and whatever. I guess it gives them a bit
more presence and connection in this area. To me
it's like a trading post and a general
store. They've got connections with the truckers
and at the ports, and there's lots of every day
stuff to buy, but also other things. And you never
know what you might be able to buy from them on a
given day. I remember Ric bought this authentic
cuckoo clock from them. I heard the Leongs picked
up some kind of top-of-the-line breast pump, after
their baby was born. It's just like, random.
The chieftains themselves aren't usually there,
just one of their underlings or lieutenants or
whatever they call themselves. (I just call him
Bil.) And a couple of centaurs they hire as guards
or something. So I swing by there like I sometimes
do, to say hi to Bil, chat for a bit, check in and
all that. He exchanges some of my gold nugget for
cash, and I buy some little am/fm radio, and this
beige computer box which is the kind old Hat likes
best for some reason. She's slowly trying to put
the library back together, which is great, and I
have some dough right now so I want to help with
that.
Bil's not the worst, but most of the Braxon
chieftains and their crew are pretty bad dudes,
though I won't get into the details. And frankly
I'd rather not associate at all, but I have to be
practical, because I think it's a good idea that
they know of me just a little bit. Not know me so
much that they ever would call on me to do them a
favor, or even worse I call on them for a
favor. Mostly I just want to avoid somehow getting
on their bad side. Anyways, I wish I could afford
to take a moral stand against more things, but I
just don't have that kind of privilege right
now. Sometimes you just got to survive.
