Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140627212624/@comment-4363162-20140629172735

Val walked about a little more, scavenging what he could from the rubble. A bottle of Honeymead, two from Blackbriars, some leather strips and iron ingots. Not much, but better than nothing. He stood in the silence for a while, then turned to face his pet automaton, Rivet.

"Take a look around for a friend, Riv?"

The mechanical dragon clicked in response and took off to search for survivors.