This isn't exactly how you expected your first days out of the vault to go.

You'd just gotten out of the vault not but a couple hours ago, when you'd stumbled on a group of raiders. They decided that, instead of killing you and taking whatever goods you had, they'd kidnap you, and then take whatever goods you had.

So, here you are, in a small, cramped, rusty cage, not close enough to the warm fire to soothe your freezing body.

"What've we got 'ere?"

A thick, country drawl snaps you from your daze, looking up, you see... A ghoul, your first ghoul, too! Lucky you.

The man is dressed like your average cowboy, if not a little worn down. He looks over to the group who'd held you hostage.

"I'll get'cha out of there, Vaultie. But then you owe me, got it?"

He croons, before taking down the raiders swiftly, hardly breaking a sweat. Grabbing a key off of one of the raiders, presumably the leader, he walks over to the cage you're stuck in.

"You've gotta ask reaaal nicely, sweetheart."

He purrs, swinging the key around on his finger as he crouches down in front of you.