Some people called them saloons, others just referred to them as bars. Every now and then you might find someone that still calls them 'watering holes' and such. Raymond had read about an American custom before the war, it lingered in his head. What if there was someone sitting in this same spot a few hundred years ago that had to have their ID checked in case they weren't old enough? Of course, that was a thing of the past. As long as there were caps in it, most people would sell just about anything to anyone. Of course, Raymond didn't see any kids in here, and that was probably for the best. The Resting Horse Saloon wasn't exactly the kind of name Raymond would have picked, but there were a good amount of people in the place. Alcohol wasn't all that rare, considering an abundance of it survived the war. It didn't expire, just aged. And a lot of people liked aged alcohol anyway.<br/><br/>Not that any of that mattered, Raymond was here for other matters, most likely work. Getting drunk probably wouldn't land him anywhere anyway. The town was big, and there were actual walls surrounding it. He'd seen makeshift signs that said "Steelington" on it, the name probably being inspired from the walls. The odds the walls were actually made of steel were very little, but it certainly made a good intimidation factor for anyone that wanted to take the place for their own. The population was pretty good, maybe sixty actual residents, everyone else being travelers or couriers. It seemed like the kind of place people could really settle down in, except for the fact that the remnants of New York City weren't far from there. From what Raymond could gather from people about it, if you were smart, you didn't wander into the city. Who owned it, Raymond wondered. Some group of people? A group of radiated beasts? Ghouls?<br/><br/>If Raymond wasn't so sure that he'd be a corpse upon entering, he'd seriously consider venturing in there. Who knows what could be waiting in those big tall buildings? The ones that were still standing anyway. That city could be a gold mine. Though, he supposed that with the Brothers of Steel having strong presence here, they might try to claim the city as their own. Or maybe the NCR or Legion would. To own such a strong hold would mean serious sway upon people's opinions and boost of morale too. Raymond ignored those thoughts, it seemed there was always politics going on everywhere.<br/><br/>For the time being, Raymond took a seat alone to think about his next move. He could always move north or south around the city. He envied the view this city offered though, in the distance you could still see some tall buildings that were still standing.