Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1592115-20151017172507/@comment-27143257-20151111161132

The Ravager would roam the streets, his boots clanking on the metallic ground would be the only sound in this gods-forsaken place. Looking at the destroyed houses, he would really be looking for a cart or two filled with radiation-free food. If he remembered, Markarth used to have a marketplace beside the front gate with meat and whatnot.

Maybe there was still good food there. Highly unlikely, but a chance nonetheless.