“Portageur clan...what are they famous for, other than being river rats? No matter - Haven Corvid is organizing the Moot, so whatever the clan is lacking, Corvid hospitality should make up for it. Now about that Norske hospitality though…”
“Doc Hamilton aka Judge Hamilton and a few of the Merchant Marines hauled back a wanted pirate from the camp after last trade. Captain Hammer has more than a few angry sailors demanding their shipments back, and there’s folks saying that not all them helpers was happy about just doing a good deed. They’ll prolly be looking for their share of the goods, too.”
“Desi Rex is trying to drum up business for his “Barter Haven” with an accuracy competition Saturday morning. If you can shoot, throw, or otherwise hit things from a distance, there could be money in it for you. If that’s not your thing, he’s also looking for an artist to design a sign for his store.”
“Soren’s brother wandered out of the morgue in Steel Horse last trade, and was quickly scooped up by the Steel Bloods. Better make sure you have a few someones waiting for you if you decide to meet the Gravemind these days.”
“Justin Cretor and the Labor Union are coming through with the meat they promised last season. Just in time to feed an Army of Rovers….or Steel Bloods.”
“Spring is a great time for Rites of Passage. Maypoles are a favorite of the Tribes and the DJs have their pilgrimage to the Sacred Scrapyards. Meanwhile, the Norske will send a child out with a knife to kill zed almost as soon as they can walk.”
“Every family has the ONE family member…”
“The ice is thawed on the lake, but now sailors are reporting ghostly looking lights underwater. Could be nothing, could be Saltwise. Maybe someone should have a look-see? Hope you can hold your breath a bit!”
“The north branch of the railroad is coming together nicely. Regular patrols have been successful at keeping raiders and thieves at bay as workers lay the tracks, but that train hasn’t quite left the station yet either, so to speak.”
“That Roadblock down at camp last trade led to some real close calls. Ain’t no one seen hide nor hair of that Tainted Rabbit Clan punk since he damn near bled to death on that scrap grave. If he were a Steel Horse resident, this might very well be considered an Act of War. Does anybody formally declare war these days anyway?”
“Them bounty hunters that was sniffing around the work camp last month may have followed the trail of their prey up north. Either that, or they’re betting that a former Iron Works town might harbor more than a few with skeletons in the closet. Wonder what bounty hunting pays these days? Or if the Red Ledger is extending its reach this far.”