[color=a36209][i][b]Adam 'Trails' Wilford- Sandy Cove Inn
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"O-oh! No, not at all!" Celeste said, her cheeks blushing deep as apples. "Too bad you weren't here yesterday, Archie and I spent most of the day picking up and tossing out the junk, including the broken robots. Most of it just got piled up behind the building. But, you're welcome to take a look around, and I'm sure I can toss up something edible for you without a problem. I've already made some coffee, if you'd like?" Adam gave a short exhale of a laugh and smiled as he ran a hand through his grey and brown beard, "No thanks, Ma'am. I put business over relaxing. I'll be 'round back and show you what I'd like." He turned to head out back, then realizing it might seem too rude to just leave in such a 'matter-of-fact' way and turned, smiling, "Then we'll talk about that coffee." and went out side to look out back.

Adam found an old army chest by the collection of stuff and fell in love, it'd be perfect for stowing stuff. Digging around he found a few odds and ends. What struck him was a small odd angle. Lifting it from the pile, there was an old American Flag. He frowned and wiped dirt off the glass, giving it a gentle place in the old chest as a priest would a holy relic. He looked around further and found a picture of a woman in uniform. Adam's mouth quietly dropped, putting two and two together. The flag, the chest, this woman. These were her things. She served the Old World, served America. He brought it into the sunlight and put it into his chest and saluted the box, honoring the unknown woman in the picture. He sighed a heavy hearted sigh as he always did at finding Pre-War relics like those, but looked back into the pile and found a bunch of flower patterned sheets. that didn't look too worn out. After finding a few small odds and ends and a few knick knacks for the shed, he brought the chest around front. "Miss Celeste! I got stuff here outside." He waited for her to show up as he wiped a little sweat off his brow, then let her inspect the box. "I figure the box is worth about 100 caps at most, but I'll throw in about 115 for good measure. Most of this stuff is junk, so it's not worth much in general, but I want it, so I'm always willing to pay a little extra to get the things I want."