<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313762.msg15239601#msg15239601">Quote from: Callie Del Noire on 14-01-2020, 19:37:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Name:</strong> Wallace Aiden Burthold-Campbell<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong> British Citizen<br/><strong>Actions:</strong>  Investigate (+4d6): 4, 6, 2, 1, looking to see what they want as a bride.<hr/><br/>“I imagine ..resourceful men like yourselves trade in more than mere goods, though I imagine I could see my way to .. assist you in a few consumables.” He looked them over, paying note to what they had spoken of as he pulled out an unopened pack of cigarettes. “Would you gentlemen have a preference to what you’d like?” He pulled an unopened pack of cigarettes out, as well as his money clip; wondering which they wanted more.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Steiner plucks the pack of cigarette, and tucks it inot one of the deep pockets of his great coat.<br/><br/>"You're alright, for a Brit. This would normally cost you a lot more than a pack of smokes, but this is an ugly business. I saw that wound. It wasn't pretty."<br/><br/>"If it was one of the big groups word would be out on the street. So it's one of the small groups. But they're hungry. Dangerous. That gun, the one that melts people from the inside? it won't stay quiet for long."<br/><br/>He points north, to two long rows of mostly vacant, war-damaged tenements.<br/><br/>"Squatters. Small gangs. No land-lords, no rents. No law. You won't get anywhere in the black market without a truck. Squatters can't afford a truck. You find a truck hidden in one of the courtyards between buildings? You've found your black marketeers."<br/><br/><br/>