The Sheriff, Lucas Simms, gave Damien a simple list of places in town. The store, the saloon, the Brass Lantern, the doctor, the common house, the restrooms. As for Shorey, he had seen him enter town. Didn't know where he was now, though. He told Damien to try out Moriatry's Saloon, he had seen a lot of other drifters head over there.
The ghoul, Gob, serves you all your drinks as you hand over caps: none too happily, but it's his job. A redhead, Nova, leans against a wall in the corner, smoking. Colin Moriarty, the owner, was off talking to some guy off in the back, away from the customer. No one could hear them, but it looked like the guy was questioning Moriarty. Strange thing though: The guy had a Vault jumpsuit. In those big numbers of the back, it said 101...
-The Brass Lantern-
"Thanks Jen." A man in metal armor and a well worn combat helmet sat at the bar outside the Brass Lantern, not so far from the bomb. Clearly as grizzled as you get from years in the waste, with a short beard, the man apparently has just finished eating a meal. To most folk, he probably looked like another one of the drifters come to town because of the message. This, however, was Allen T. Shorey. Soon, it became rather clear. Walking into the center of town, just out of the pool of water around the bomb, the man shoot a 10mm pistol into the air, getting attention from pretty much everyone. He waited a second before speaking up. "Alright, recruitment's gonna be in the common house. Head over there, if ya wanna join." The man yelled loudly, though it was still hard to make out the words if you were inside. Those inside the saloon would have to strain to make it out if they hadn't walked out at the gunshot. Still, it'd be easy to ask where to go now. The man himself started walking up a ramp in the direction of the common house, where he set up a simple desk out of a table in the back of it, waiting for recruits.