I got a location for you. Camp of Thrill Kills, just far enough away to make the walk inconvenient, and reportedly fortified. The scout couldn’t get in to see if Pipsqueak or any of the others are still in there.
I’ll be dispatching our other squads elsewhere to at least keep the neighbors busy so they don’t harass you on the way there. None of the local Raiders have gotten out of hand, but there’s enough different types that they get annoying with the roads the way they are these days. I don’t have the hands to do much more right now. You’ll be fine.
I’ll see you on the first night of trade to point you the way. We get the survivors out so they can get fixed. Then we burn the place to the ground. And then I buy the drinks.
Trout, Warden
Blacktide Hunters
