While Nox was never one who looked like he was flush with funds it was quite the contrary. During his time with the legion he had become one of the top raiders and had sacked many caravans that traveled the trade routes. But after years of it he had grown disillusioned with the life the legion had to offer so he did what many could not.<br/><br/>Just walking out of a legion camp was very hard for a slave but for a top legionnaire you were given a little more leway in what you could do so in a short order of a few weeks he had managed to stash away he funds and some gear that had been taken from a caravan the night before and made his way out into the wasteland.<br/><br/>It was that wandering lifestyle that had taken him from legion controlled territory to the strip which was run by a group of former inmates that now went by the name the fiends. He had settled into territory that was just outside of the strip where he could make a day trip if needed.<br/><br/>Looking over the food that the buffet had to offer he was just always a little surprised that for people whom always seemed to be on some sort of drug induced state that they could find people to actually put together some good food. He started to stake his plate with some steak and potatoes before he found himself a quiet corner to sit down in and eat.