Act 1: Scene 3: Inconceivable! (Wild Wasteland)

The wary party of four pack up the information they have uncovered at the house of Joseph and Theresa Pedigrue and anything else they were able to scrounge up, most notably including most of the remains of a malfunctioning turret and a couple of ripe, sweet-smelling melons.

The group walks briskly but quietly in the direction of FoCo as the sun begins to set way off on the hazy horizon. A small hill crests the cragged road before them, and as they reach the top they see a peculiar sight. A table sits in the middle of the small town road, behind which sit two figures. An older, bald human man, dressed in leather armor sits on the left holding a dagger to the other figure's throat. The other person, however, has a potato sack thrown over their head and ropes tied around their wrists. They are otherwise dressed head to toe in vault-esque gear, including a signature vault-tec jumpsuit, but excluding a pip-boy.

Placed upon the table in front of these two figures is a pristine collection of silverware, plates, a couple of goblets, and a couple of loaves of bread. The man's non-dagger hand is resting on a small pistol laying sideways on the table, showing that he seems to be ready for violence, but is not threatening it at the moment.

His voice rings out in the direction of the party as a huge smile creeps across his face, "Greetings, fellow weary wastelanders! I see I may have something that might pique your interest!" his dagger inches closer to the throat of the second person, who recoils slightly but recovers. "I am not foolish enough to challenge you all in combat, but I challenge you to a duel of wits! I'm sure you have something I want, so let's find out what that is, shall we?

There are two chairs sitting across from the two figures, pulled slightly out as if in preparation for someone to sit in them.

Kyle takes a look around, the surprise clear on his face. Stepping closer, hoping his companions has his back should violence ensue, he looks at the person with a knife to his throat "You ok there buddy?" he asks. He turns his attention to the man with the knife. "Quite the setup here. Do you get a lot of traffic?"

Kenzie holds fast to her new shotgun. She doesn't move or respond to the outrageously impromptu situation, but really just wants to unload in the guy's face. She's had just about her fill of weirdos for one night and wants to get back to FoCo before the party is over.

Link finds himself intrigued as he watches the situation unfold in front of him. More than a little curious, Link stays silent for now and simply watches the stranger.

The strange man bellows as he laughs, loud enough to echo throughout the empty twilit streets. The man answers as if Kyle’s first question was directed at him, in a high-pitched, whiny, but polite voice. "I am doing quite well, I appreciate you asking. As for traffic here… he releases his hand on the table from his pistol and gestures to the surroundings, " it is simply inconceivable! There hasn’t been traffic here in nearly 200 years! Allow me to be polite, my name is Bizzini. I am but a simple traveler, trading and dealing all up and down the New Black Swamp. Now this one, this trade is simple! I have something your group might find useful, but I would like soemthing in return! That is how trading usually works, isn’t it now?" He laughs shrilly again, just as ear-biting and wince-inducing as the first time.

"If you have something you think I might find useful, please present it forthright! Otherwise, we could play a game! Either way, please, please, sit!! he smiles widely and creepily, motioning with one hand for someone, anyone to take a seat. The other hand still firmly against the other figure’s throat.

Lincoln stands there trying to get a read on the stranger. What kind of game?

Kenzie ignores the man and his captive. She veers to the edge of the road and keeps walking; detouring around the table as far as possible.

"We may have a few trinkets we could afford to part with," Kyle says moving even closer. "You mind me taking a closer look?" he motions to the content of the table and if he seems amiable Kyle will move closer and take a better look.

Waiting for the guy's move and it not happening, Kenzie shrugs and continues on the FoCo, arriving shortly thereafter. She shows her images of the dead ghouls to the sheriff and proceeds to the party for a drink.