Grim, as he thought of himself, and as he was known, did not ever hear the broadcast.  He had been traveling along with a man named Crazy Wolfgang. He had run into them having some problems along the way, shot a raider, and that was enough to get him on Wolfgang's good side.<br/><br/>All that really amounted to, though, was traveling with him, hearing some of his zen on the wasteland, and finding out a bit about the lay of the land, or, at least, the caravan route. It wasn't much, but it was also good to know; even the smallest bit of information could help save one in this blighted, blasted, God-forsaken wasteland.<br/><br/>When they had arrived at Rivet City, he planned to part ways. It seemed like a good place to rest up a few days, and check out. Who knows, maybe this would be "The One", that one place that he would fit in perfectly, that would make him happy to be there. It had to be out there somewhere! And he would keep on traveling until he found it.<br/><br/>Or death, he reminds himself. Grim's name is quite apt, you see, for he was prone to such thoughts and feelings.<br/><br/>It wasn't until he had actually had the drawbridge swing out to let him in, and he had been carefully inspected by the guard, that he found out just what in the hell was going on in there. He got a bit of information, all from a simple question the guard asked; did Grim have medical supplies?<br/><br/>Well, no, not really. Just those stimpaks of his, and he wasn't selling them. That eventually led him to ask what was going on that they needed the medical equipment. He got the gist of the situation, but no real details, though he did understand one thing. They needed people--like him-- to go out there and get stuff for them.<br/><br/>This could be good. At the very least, he can get some caps out of the deal, maybe use it as a way to get some<em>action...</em>And if this was "The One" place, then it would be a great way to get his foot in the door, an excellent start to gaining permanent residency.<br/><br/>With these thoughts in mind, his first stop was actually the market. He wanted to sit down, get a drink and something to eat first. In all honesty, he had the caps to spare, and preferred something besides the water, salted meat, and occasionally scavenged bit of food that he's been getting by on.<br/>