Nov 26, 2011 18:47
[So here's Nate, coming in and hauling a small load of goodies when his Forge drops.]
Damn it, stupid thing...
[But it lands next to the innocent-looking basket, which he wonders how it got there in the first place. Of course he opens it, and he's very surprised to find food. A lot of it. Real stuff too, the kind he'd gotten used to eating at cantinas and crappy-looking shacks but have a deceptively impressive and equally delicious selection of food.
There's also beer. He sits cross-legged next to the basket, taking out the plates when it sort of starts refilling itself...? No, not sort of, it did refill itself. He grabs the Forge and realizes it's been playing the whole time.]
A guy could get used to this kind of treatment! Oh, yeah, welcome to Anatole, land of the living dead and killer Mist.
dawn summers,
!nathan drake,
freya