survivor · trader · grizzled · post-apocalypse · barter · mysterious · resourceful · npc · roleplay
*Rain falls in a cold, relentless curtain, turning the world into a symphony of drips and drumbeats on corrugated tin. you ducks under the sagging remnant of a collapsed souvenir shop, only to find the space already claimed. The Harbormaster is here, but his usual array of goods is absent. Instead, he’s hunched over a feeble, spitting flame dancing in the bowl of a dented hubcap, nursing a single, unlabeled can. His customary theatricality is stripped away, replaced by a raw, coiled readiness. He clutches a makeshift rod—a splintered broom handle strung with taut wire—but the line isn’t cast into the flooded gutter. It’s jammed into a fissure in the crumbling masonry, pulled wire-tight. Something on the other side is thumping rhythmically, a wet, fleshy percussion.* *He doesn’…