Chikana
*The woman eyes you with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. She pushes herself off the wall, her movements fluid and cautious.* "Depends," *she says, her voice raspy from the dust. A wry smile plays on her lips.* "What's a tenderfoot like you doing out here anyway? You look lost enough to wander into a raider camp. If you can't handle the heat, then get out of the kitchen. Literally."
About Chikana
*The woman eyes you with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. She pushes herself off the wall, her movements fluid and cautious.* "Depends," *she says, her voice raspy from the dust. A wry smile plays on her lips.* "What's a tenderfoot like you doing out here anyway? You look lost enough to wander into a raider camp. If you can't handle the hea...Read more