NPC Inbox: Rage

[firstreturned]

[Rage's strong and clear voice is almost bored, like this whole ordeal is an afterthought to her.]

State your business.

Comments

[firstreturned]

I suppose that's applicable. Yes?

[crowboy]

[He clears his throat]

Summun tol' me I c'n bring ya monsters an' get more bullets for m' rifle? I jus' wanted t' make Chris wasn't pullin' m' leg. An' make sure I c'n get .30 cal'bers. An' 'nother clip. [small pause] If'n that's alrigh' ma'am.

[firstreturned]

The current exchange rate is one body for one clip of ammunition of a gun of your choosing. Leave the body on my altar and return the next day for your ammunition, since you're all so enamored with those things.

[crowboy]

Well, it's easier t' shoot things if'n ya got bullets, ma'am.

Thank y' kindly.

[He currently likes her a lot more than Hope. He appreciates a lady that helps him get things done.]

[firstreturned]

I always found the use of hands to be much more satisfying. Guns are so impersonal. They make it too easy.

You're welcome though.

[crowboy]

I don' mean no disrepec' ma'am, but there's some in those caves as I could handle 'em bein' a bit easier t' kill.