Dang, I thought wigs were a weird thing to steal.

Dang, I thought wigs were a weird thing to steal.

Dang, I thought wigs were a weird thing to steal.

“Look, my old son, green plants don’t exactly thrive in the Dusk. What that means is that the richest of toffs have got to have them. Status symbols, innit? Wait, wait, stop your wailing. Yes, what that means is that we’re sending you out into the Deathlands to pick ferns. But look what we’ve done for you! Through the generosity of Scurlock himself, you’re to be escorted by these fine bravos from Crow’s Eye. I’m sure nothing can possibly go wrong.”

Originally shared by Adam “Bison Court” D

Certainly not a conventional target for a heist…

http://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/how-the-victorian-fern-hunting-craze-led-to-adventure-romance-and-crime

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