He traces a finger over the sign as the rain drizzles over them, and grunts. They've made good time - it's midmorning, a cool one, though that shouldn't be a surprise considering the time of year.
"Word to the wise: you see anything on four legs that looks like a fat kid had a go at a cupcake and bratwurst festival, don't fuck with it."
He pulls back the charging handle on his carbine halfway, releasing it as he sees brass in the chamber.
"Gettin' close to the river. Keep a lookout for guards and bridges."
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That he does - recognize it, that is.
He traces a finger over the sign as the rain drizzles over them, and grunts. They've made good time - it's midmorning, a cool one, though that shouldn't be a surprise considering the time of year.
"Word to the wise: you see anything on four legs that looks like a fat kid had a go at a cupcake and bratwurst festival, don't fuck with it."
He pulls back the charging handle on his carbine halfway, releasing it as he sees brass in the chamber.
"Gettin' close to the river. Keep a lookout for guards and bridges."