Joss

As he reaches the corpse, Joss looks at it with an appraising eye. "Yup, he saved us, and might save us again. Man, I was kinda hoping I didn't have to play scavvie anymore," he mutters with a grim look on his face as he kneels next to the late soldier. He quickly picks up anything that could serve as an impromptu thrown weapon, such as sharp fragments or solid, fist-sized pieces of rubbish.


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I'm hoping it's six PM already, so that Joss's night person instincts kick in.
Perception vs. 7 - (1d10)[8]