Sol
Brahsol
"Yes beauty is on the inside....like a fridge or a bag of potato chips." Carlos picked a direction and began walking, his sights are now set on venturing deeper into the city. "Why don't we head deeper into this ruin? Who knows what mystical beings we might find? Hazed, Pure, Crazy Humans and a colorful variety of assorted mutants from maybe dogs to bears? Or maybe hidden treasures of scrap metal and discarded tech." He tried to make their little excursion sound more colorful and vibrant than it should.