niaki inventory + status

healthy and uninjured

plenty of food
enough water
2 boxes 9mm ammo
a bit of 5.56 nato ammo
various disorganized pistol ammo

Niaki sits down in the corner of the garage, eyes drifting up to the ceiling. The smile is gone now; he has a blank expression on his face as he considers his options. (He's running out of water--he really should have traded for some, but it didn't occur to him until he was already gone. That's the most pressing issue. And he hasn't had a good fight in days.)

He could solve both of his issues in one fell swoop. But he might not last the journey. He quietly stands up, dusts himself off, and heads into the desert.

He looks around Morricone curiously. "Anyone here?"

"Hm." It's been a while since he's had... well, *anything* sweet. "Yes, please. Thank you." He smiles.

"Thank you," he says again, popping the cap and taking a sip. He smiles. The taste reminds him of blood, in a strange way.

Niaki reaches into his bag, talking as he does. "I think it's some kind of statue." He produces a little yellow figurine shaped like a howling wolf. He sets it on the bar.

If anyone decided to look, they would see a simple, utilitarian map, probably traded for at some point. A few locations are marked with a small X, and one of them--the Lost River--has a skull drawn next to it.