Having run the brewery before the disappearance of Elah, Franklin has now been reduced to pillaging the potato peels from the food distribution center and making a vile liquid that scorches one’s innards but manages to offer the desired effect to patrons.Arel and Sutaura sit at a booth in the corner of the room, sipping cautiously from a bottle of what Franklin terms: Essence of Fire. It sounds glamorous enough, but excessive intake has already rendered stomach ulcers for the odd overly enthusiastic drinker. No one can blame such people though; Essence seems to work as an exceptionally effective memory loss potion.
Many of the stores in the market have closed since the takeover, as there just are not supplies for things such as decadent cakes from the bakery or biltong from the butcher. O
