Jack's Junkyard

A few miles away from Freeside lies an lake of junk and garbage, piled into small hills. A rusted, broken chain link fence gives the illusion of protection but really anyone can just walk into the yard and meander about. Named after a large, rabid, half-coyote hound that used to call the area home(who's pelt now hangs above the sign that marks the largest entrance), the junkyard is a treasure trove for those that are willing to brave the grime and jagged metal. Car and robotic parts pile high, and buried under the wreck more then a few people have found working things in good condition. The junk forms something of a labyrinth, and the more superstitious say that Jack's ghost; a massive spectral hound stalks the rows, waiting to devour unwary thieves. Before entering, it's customary to toss a bone or some meat over the fence, to placate the angry spirit.