"I realize we didn't exactly have time to make any introductions, I'm Lucy Black" she smiled and extended her hand "And you are? The fact that you're here probably means we cleared this place, you're an amazing fighter."
[Perception]Wait, she didn't see Frank painted across his breastplate above a single rose on his breastplate?
Frank looked down at his armor to see his elaborate paint-job had completely faded, leaving him looking like the average Brotherhood mook.
[Intellignce]That meant this whole time she thought he was just an asshole paladin butting his nose where it didn't belong, and not a concerned citizen who was investigating an odd situation.
He chuckled. "I'm Frank Rose, Former Knight of the Brotherhood, (We're still on speaking terms, because of their touchy-feely direction) wandering adventurer, and a can of whoopass."
Frank wondered what type of paint the Outcasts used to keep their armor so consistently distinct.
[Perception]The Ghoul was wearing a suit. Ghouls in suits usually have ties back to Morgan, this warranted investigation.
"It's nice to meet you Lucy, I'm going to be hauling this ghoul on my shoulders till we get to civilization. Since you knocked him out, you have to carry the loot we pick up from these mooks. If you see any Flamer Fuel, I could use some for a... Side project..."
[medicine 26/35]Frank couldn't tell much about the state of this guy, but he was pretty sure he was still alive even with the drugs and the bump to the noggin'. Frank hoisted the ghoul onto his shoulders.
"I gotta say, it's quite an honour to fight alongside you...my father would've been proud"
"So how'd your pops get his hands on that tech?"
Frank took a small piece of Brahmin meat, and put it into a small port on the side of his armor's neck. When it finished being ground up, tested for toxins, and purified by his armor it would taste great! Frank poured some water in after it.
[Perception]Wait, she didn't see Frank painted across his breastplate above a single rose on his breastplate?
Frank looked down at his armor to see his elaborate paint-job had completely faded, leaving him looking like the average Brotherhood mook.
[Intellignce]That meant this whole time she thought he was just an asshole paladin butting his nose where it didn't belong, and not a concerned citizen who was investigating an odd situation.
He chuckled. "I'm Frank Rose, Former Knight of the Brotherhood, (We're still on speaking terms, because of their touchy-feely direction) wandering adventurer, and a can of whoopass."
Frank wondered what type of paint the Outcasts used to keep their armor so consistently distinct.
[Perception]The Ghoul was wearing a suit. Ghouls in suits usually have ties back to Morgan, this warranted investigation.
"It's nice to meet you Lucy, I'm going to be hauling this ghoul on my shoulders till we get to civilization. Since you knocked him out, you have to carry the loot we pick up from these mooks. If you see any Flamer Fuel, I could use some for a... Side project..."
[medicine 26/35]Frank couldn't tell much about the state of this guy, but he was pretty sure he was still alive even with the drugs and the bump to the noggin'. Frank hoisted the ghoul onto his shoulders.
"I gotta say, it's quite an honour to fight alongside you...my father would've been proud"
"So how'd your pops get his hands on that tech?"
Frank took a small piece of Brahmin meat, and put it into a small port on the side of his armor's neck. When it finished being ground up, tested for toxins, and purified by his armor it would taste great! Frank poured some water in after it.