TAGS - There was nothing that quite sent the medic into a nerve induced frenzy like a lack of supplies. In had been almost a week since they had run out of bandages, and in that time he had run himself ragged trying to use handkerchiefs, blankets, and various other fabrics in their place. Not only was this unsanitary, as he often didn’t have time to sterilize these substitutes before using them, but what was he supposed to cover himself up with when winter arrived? Paper towels and toilet paper? Ugh, just the very thought of lying under a pile of one ply made him shiver. This being said, it wasn’t long before he came to a decision. Unless Roy and his medically inclined clan-mates wished to continue working under such undesirable circumstances, they needed to procure some supplies- and quick. His first thought was to stop by the trade center, but upon hearing that the place was nearly deserted, and contained only one or two active vendors, he decided against it. Going over there would most likely be a waste of time, and he didn’t want to risk the possibility of their trip being for nothing. So he resorted to plan B, which was heading over to the Cartel. Although their alliance had been dropped some time ago, Roy figured that by disguising his scent, he could avoid a confrontation. Alas, Cory found out about his plans and had volunteered to go with him. Or rather, he had insisted upon going. And he couldn’t exactly refuse the commander’s offer, since he had a higher rank.
So here they were, approaching the Cartel’s borderline and dragging a small wagon of tradable goods behind them. Roy had insisted that they roll in a patch of onion grass, as to drown out the smell of blood and dust clinging to their bodies, although he had a feeling that someone would recognize them anyway. He only knew one person here- Breakout, but although they had parted on non-hostile terms, he doubted that the other male would keep his home clan a secret. So he could only keep his toes crossed and hope that everything went alright. Turning his head to glance back at Cory, a nervous smile appeared on the Exiler’s maw. “Should we announce that we’re here, or wait for someone to greet us? I'm uh, rusty when it comes to this sort of thing.”
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