[i]Gross,[/i] was the only thought passing through [url=http://img05.deviantart.net/60b1/i/2014/001/e/9/a_world_ablaze_by_nuclearsnailstudios-d70g5ck.jpg]Patches[/url]' mind as he approached what he assumed was a settlement. He hadn't rested in ages since he started booking it to Florida as soon as he could when he heard of the prospect of treasure. His feet ached, the blood of mole rats caked to his skin and boots, the stench of a wild mirelurk still lingered from his run-in with one a few hours ago, and mud had made its way into places he didn't even knew existed. More than anything, right now, he needed to rest. 

Climbing the small hill he came to, he could see large walls surrounded a small town. The lights giving off a 'Paradise' feel to it, seeing several guards and people walking around, while he looked on with curiosity. He opened up his small journal and wrote in his arrival to the settlement, estimating the time, only to turn to one of the map pages he had to try and add its location as best he could. After, he uncapped his canteen to drink the last of his water while he stumbled down the hill towards the front gate. Patches hoped they'd let him in, even if he looked like a total loon that wandered through a swamp (despite having done so recently). 

He greeted one of the guards with a small smile, standing awkwardly for admission. Honestly, he wasn't sure if there was a test for him to take to prove he wasn't a psycho or if there was a buy-in or...whatever other way to get in there was. He just knew that he needed to rest or he'd die out here. Eventually he decided to just wander past the guard, who eyed him with a raised brow, towards the center of town. Hopefully someone could point him in the direction of a place to stay or somewhere to get a bite to eat; he needed to conserve what he had for the journey. 

Although, when he entered, he saw a strange sight. An old man wandering towards a building labeled "Pandora's Tears" accompanied by a large dog, most likely a savage beast tamed, and...a ghoul. 

[i]Is this dude off his rocker?[/i] Patches thought as the old man burst through the door into the, what Patches assumed to be, bar. Everyone was heading indoors so perhaps the bar was the best place to find a suitable resting location. He aimed to follow into the bar, maybe the guy knew of a place where he could look for treasure, after the person wearing a heavy cloak over himself. Patches was greeted by a large Sentry Bot immediately that buzzed out a monotone message.

[i]"Welcome to Pandora's Tears. Be Civil or Be Terminated."[/i] The bot droned out. 

[i]...sounds fair.[/i] Patches thought as he nodded to the bot, walking into the busy bar to see the old man and his dog sitting at a stool. 

[b]"Don't mind the bait, have it in line for my welcoming hunt."[/b] His old voice carried across the bar. 

[i]Yup, he's out of his mind.[/i] Patches thought as a large man came over to the hunter, speaking of respect for the ghoul and to put it out of his misery. Patches immediately thought that this place was home to any walk of life, full of people from far lands...some more crazed than others. The old man called out an offer to join him on the hunt he planned on going on, to which Patches' face tightened a bit. He could use protection to look for anything of value, but he wasn't sure he wanted to join an old dude who captured glowing ghouls with a dog. He'd have to wait. Right now, he needed to rest his feet.

Patches plopped down on a stool at the bar, asking the Assaultron for a small glass of whiskey and another glass of water. He promptly slid the amount of caps needed, ten, on the bar as he sipped on his drink and rested his feet. Keeping an eye on the old man, the hulking mutant, and any other people of interest. If he could find a local, maybe they could inform him of a place to sleep.