Stone, Skipp, and Vinnie were in the city of Ramshackle. They had left their Clubhouse to go hunting. The weather wasn't too bad, sunny with some clouds. The breeze hit you in the face. Not bad for a city that is on the brink of ruin due to it's own greed.

The group was walking, Stone walking side-by-side with you, bottle in hand. Skipp literally skipping ahead. You heard a voice behind you.

Ditch: "Heyy, Scraps. Still hanging 'round Ramshackle, I see."

Stone frowned. Great.