Postman
Eliza asked you to find information about the missing postman in Twin Rocks (location 6,19)
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~ start Eliza
Eliza glances up from her rifle, then back down. She's already told you where to go.
Twin Rocks. Someone there saw him last. Standing in my shade won't tell you what happened to him.
fimYou find Eliza Marshall in the shade of the Ranger post, a scout rifle broken open across her knee. She runs an oiled rag through the barrel one-handed, the stump of her right arm bracing the stock. Her eyes finish their appraisal of you before you reach speaking distance.
I've got a question that needs answering and no one to spare on it.
There was a man carrying mail. Letters, parcels, the kind of thing that stopped meaning anything the day the bombs fell.
He walked it settlement to settlement. Church ground, Institute ground, ours. Nobody laid a hand on him.
Recently he stopped coming.
It doesn't. We've got radio for the long haul, our own channels. This was never about us.
She sets the rag down.
It's everyone else. A letter is how a mother in Prosperity learns her boy in Twin Rocks is still breathing.
Out here, staying connected is the only thing standing between a territory and a scatter of strangers waiting to die alone. He was making that happen. One man.
That's the question I'm handing you. Last anyone heard, he was walking to Twin Rocks.
After that, quiet.
People who make themselves useful out here tend to make themselves a mark, too. I'd like to be wrong about which one he turned into.
Go to Twin Rocks Ask around. Somebody saw him last. Find out what happened, and whether the routes died with him.
quest: accepted
Good. It's a day south. Water up before you go.
She snaps the rifle shut.
And if he's still breathing, tell him the Rangers noticed. He'll know what that's worth.
fimquest: declined
Then he's someone else's problem. Or nobody's.
She goes back to the barrel.
fim~ start Garrett
Garrett Stone works his trade out of a lean-to off the Twin Rocks market, boots up on a crate, hat tipped low against the glare. He watches you cross the last few steps the way he'd watch a card he hasn't turned over yet.
You're the one asking after the mailman.
Hard to forget a man who walks into Twin Rocks with a sack of paper and nothing worth stealing, and still walks out the far side.
Stayed one night. Bought nothing, sold nothing. Spent the evening pulling old road names off the graybeards, roads nobody's called by those names since before the war.
Then he went north out the gate at first light. Alone.
conclui a missãoCome back when you've got business.
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