[b][u]Brooks - The Bait Shop
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[i]Approaching the middle-age clerk James asked “Brooks right? Do you know who owns that gun store? I’d like to buy an Rifle and some ammo.” [/i]

"Well now that's rough," Brooks said with a slight chuckle, "Walk up to a man's store and ask him to help you shop at another...I've got some guns and ammunition here too you know."

He then sighed, "But...I don't have near what the Lee's have, I admit. So to answer your question, Sandra Lee, Allan's sister, runs his store ever since he died on The Hull. She's struggling to keep it going without her brother but she does the best she can with what she's got. Best get what you need to soon though. Night is coming quickly and everyone's getting ready to turn in and close up shop. Nobody likes to be out after dark these days...."

[u][b]Old Longfellow - The Hull[/b][/u]

A drunken Longfellow made his way back up to the top of The Hull and fell back down against the wooden battlements of the makeshift wall. In his stupor, he wasn't much of a watchman, but he still remembered he was supposed to be on duty. He looked over and thankfully saw at least a couple other guards on The Hull tonight, although one of them was 3/4ths in to a bottle of whiskey himself and seemed to be in no better state than Longfellow. 

Drowsily, the old codger tried to keep awake, and keep staring out towards the fog and the encroaching night, but the stress of the day's worries had taken a toll on him, and he was fast falling asleep. 

His eyes drooped, and he fell fast asleep.