Chapter 87
Back to the scavenger base…
The scavengers went about their usual activities.
Which was not much to begin with.
Just like their name suggested, they scavenged. They picked bones clean. They hunted when they had to, but most times they simply stole what others had worked for. Nearby settlements were their favorite targets. They would raid at night, rob them dry, burn down their homes, slaughter whoever resisted, and drag away the unlucky ones they decided were still useful.
The rest of the time?
They gambled.
They drank.
They fought for fun.
Their way of life was rough at best and rotten at worst. But none of them complained. They were proud of it. They were not like those so called civilized humans who believed laws and order made them superior.
They were descendants of the old Savagers. Barbarians. A broken tribe splintered into smaller clans after their ancient fall. The scavengers were just one branch of that bloodline.
