D-Day
The explosion caught him completely unaware. He was in Covenant Square, marketing his stuff while wandering around the stalls bordering the esplanade below Scrapbridge. This time he was carrying some grade A material, really cool stuff he could surely trade with some of the stand owners who wanted to lend him a hand and spare a couple shells: dried lizarcock meat, a pair of almost-new boots he had found near a drainpipe, a rare magazine issue with a big Z
