[color=82ca9d][u][b]Hooded Wayfarer - Outside Crater House [/b][/u][/color]

In the darkness of the early morning hours, just before the sun had peaked up over the horizon, a stranger in a tattered cloak approached the site of Crater House. In his gnarled flesh-stripped hands he gripped a walking staff to steady himself, and he walked hunched and with a crooked gait. Attached to the staff by chain was a glowing censer, which lit his way like a lantern while about his person the jangling of glass bottles could be heard. The bottles were similarly illuminated with various substances, and could easily been seen through the dark. Many people might find such radiant light sources detrimental and even harmful when traversing the wastes, but the robed individual had no such concerns. Atom provided all the protection he required. 

With great effort, he made his way to the front of the Crater House door, inspecting the surrounding area and noting the lights of a wasteland town in the distance. 

He knocked on the door of the radioactive sanctuary three times with his staff, and waited patiently for someone to answer. 

Seconds later, an individual dressed in the attire of an acolyte of Atom answered. He looked over the stranger suspiciously with a discerning eye,

"Who...are you?"

"A simple traveler and fellow worshiper of Atom," the hooded figure replied, "Only seeking rest from the harsh wastes in the company of his brothers and sisters."

"I see..." The acolyte replied, "Then...welcome. Our doors are always open to fellow disciples of the Holy Light. Please, enter and rest yourself. I'll fetch some food and water for you."

"Thank you," the stranger replied. And entered the Crater. He took a seat on a nearby torn cushioned chair. He waited patiently for the acolyte to return with a simple metal tray of irradiated water and some mutfruit. The stranger merely took the water and gulped it down greedily. 

"Is there...anything I can do for you?" The acolyte asked once again. 

"Yes," The stranger looked up, the slight glow of his eyes now visible and parts of his mutated face not covered by bandages becoming illuminated, "Please, I'd be very interested to speak to your Confessor or whoever leads this congregation...or might speak for them."