"Alright, kids."
Zach sniffles and wipes the snot from his dripping nose while waving a small, white handkerchief. Beside him is Zephyr, grumpy as ever. She has her eyes closed, trying to contain the embarrassment she feels being with a man-child.
A wagon train is heading to Hidden Valley City, primarily composed of men who work as traders, merchants, and cargo haulers. Their line of work is a perilous profession, as they are responsible for ensuring that supplies from the Great Cities are delivered to one another, despite the presence of wild Zenos roaming the wasteland.
Often, they are guarded by the personal security of merchants. Most deliveries are protected by mercenary companies, such as the Dirty Toes Company, run by its chief, a former notorious highwayman named Pistonius.
