In a nearby dark forest, a man walked through a tangled pile of broken wood and metal, called a “Condo Wreck”.

“Radat! Radat! Where is my coat?” Mukur stomped around the floor of his lodge, as pieces of metal clanked to the ground.
He belonged to an expert Foraging Band that had discovered the Condo Wreck.
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Mukur liked living there. Where there had been windows there were now wooden shutters nailed shut. It had been a good foraging site. The ScorchTime was brutal here.

Mukur could not decipher or prorain - only Hakun could. Hakun said it was part of a project - the Graspers had many such groupings. It's roof sagged and the walls were damaged, and pipes were exposed next to the darkened, rotting wood, but it was shelter.. Each man or family-band lived in their own sectors of the Condo Wreck.

Mukur liked living there. Where there had been windows there were now wooden shutters nailed shut. It had been a good foraging site.

There was a large net-like rusted metal object - which Hakun said had been used in the Old Times, before the Time of Dread - he couldn’t remember for what purpose. Many gablets were used back then - all competing with each other. Anyway, not much time for musings - stockpiles were low - time for foraging!

Mukur had wild fiery eyes; a shining glint that others did not have. Mukur sat, musing. He liked the pre-foraging time. The foraging chants and rituals held power.

Perhaps if the rituals had been more faithful they would not have lost Raycal on the last trip. The canisters looked innocent enough - but so much waste had been left by the Grasping Ones . "What a mess they left for us" - and poor Raycal - opening the canister filled with an emitter. He became sick almost immediately - worsened that evening.