Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140103160432/@comment-12599067-20140105014854

Jack poked his head in to discover that the safehouse was indeed abandoned. Cobwebs lined the corners and windows, and empty skooma bottles littered the floor. Jack scowled and stepped inside, glad to be out of the haze but not fond of sleeping in a house that had once been used for smuggling Skooma.

"Well, at least it's something. There should be beds upstairs, and I'll see if I can scrounge up some bedrolls. If someone could light the fireplace over there and tidy the place up, I'll see what I can do to make this place habitable," he said, already turning to head downstairs and looking for any supplies he could use to make the safehouse seem a little more... safe.