Let's talk about Bish's. Bish lives on a farm just outside of Monroe that smells vaguely of a slaughterhouse, and strongly of manure. There are horses and cows out grazing in the field, kept in by an electric fence that Robinson helped set up. There's a wrecked farmhouse about 50 yards from his barn. The farmhouse looks like someone drove a pickup truck into the front wall, and the whole house sags with wood that's been gradually stripped for burning. The barn isn't in much better condition — though it has been reinforced with a variety of new beams and scrap metal. The walls are lined with tools — mostly old farming implements, but some newer ones that have been scavenged from various vet clinics and hospitals in the region.Clarity,
you spent the night on one of Bish's stretchers on his order. He gave you something wicked powerful to knock you out... Probably an actual horse tranquilizer, knowing what he's got. He got to stitching you up last night, and said he wanted to make sure the wound wouldn't fester. At least you're not dead — you know what they do to race horses who break a leg... He doesn't have much in the way of meds here, so he likes saving it for dire emergencies. You're light-headed from the blood loss, and still very, very stiff. He offered you the option of doping yourself up for a week to help the wounds heal — if you either replace his medical supplies, or fund him to get more from a scav. Did you take him up on the offer?Robinson,
You walk into Bish's clinic early in your day, having accidentally cut your hand open working on ... What were
you working on? Did you finish before coming here? It's nothing serious, but it could use a looking at — just in case. You spot Clarity spread out on a bloody sheet while Bish is out back trying to tame a stallion he's been paid to nut.
This is Bish, by the way: