The raiders have been dealt a heavy blow. They will need weeks to fill their ranks. While our losses are smaller, they are infinitely graver. Only much time and "hiding the spear" will replenish our ranks. You will get only half the agreed recruits. You have our ... thanks..
Charon is a well tanned man of about forty years of age. He is muscular and lean for a man of his age. He understands that he has chosen the lesser of the two evils - Horus' raiders versus Eastern Brotherhood control. He is skeptical to the benevolence of the Brotherhood's intentions. Raiders from a medium sized encampment on the outskirts of Freeport kidnapped Charon.
"Greetings to the Brotherhood of Steel. You are speaking with Charon, Elder and tribal Father to Brahmin Wood. You have arrived none too soon. Our village has fallen to raiders who rode out of the darkness. Some of my people escaped death or bondage by fleeing into the wasteland, but without tools and shelter.... This must be the doing of the Brahmin God of Fate. With the bandits we trade away our present, in the Brotherhood we trade away our future. *Sigh*... very well Initiate, I fully agree to your terms, but I fear this decision will haunt me till I reach the Eternal Grazing Field in the heavens. Our villagers are being held prisoner in the camp. Save them, and you will have more people to aid your cause. Lose them, and you will be cutting Brahmin from your own herd."
"Hah hah hah. Your grace in battle is wondrous to behold Initiate. The death screams of the bandits reminded me of angels singing. They will think twice before attacking this village again. Initiate, you defended my people as fiercely as a Deathclaw protects her cubs. Please accept this ancient gift from us. You are now considered family in my humble village. And, of course, all the recruits will be delivered to your base as agreed. Well done. You have our thanks."
"The raiders have been dealt a heavy blow. They will need weeks to fill their ranks. While our losses are smaller, they are infinitely graver. Only much time and "hiding the spear" will replenish our ranks. You will get only half the agreed recruits. You have our ... thanks.."
"This old man owes you a debt of gratitude, Initiate. Your actions are as fearless as the Brahmin God of Moonshine. Your contribution to this village will not be forgotten. I wish there was some way to repay you. *Hmm* Here. Take this magazine. Maybe you can use its pages to wipe your backside. It's better then just using your hand since you look like you bite your nails. Fare thee well, Hero!"