Garrick "Reaper" Thorn
35 | Male | Free Roamer
Location: Communal Area
Mentions: Clockwork_Magic Hard Boiled
Lena locked eyes with Garrick, her gaze unyielding, her voice firm. "Fine... But just so we're clear," She declared, a steely edge to her words, "You so much as harm a hair on my friends or anyone else in the Clan, and I'll make sure you regret it."
Garrick nodded, acknowledging her warning. He respected her dedication to her group; it was a trait he could relate to all too well.
"As for our plans," Garrick pressed on, transitioning to the practicalities of their mission. He scanned the holsters and slings of those around him, "The weapons we possess won't be nearly sufficient for what we'll face out there. We'll need more firepower, more ammo. Speaking to someone about acquiring additional arms could be critical. Vin here might have connections that could facilitate this."
He gestured towards Vincent, who was engaged in a hushed conversation with a new face, likely discussing potential contacts.
"Vin," He interjected, "If you don't have a connection, I know of someone in a nearby settlement. They could provide us what we need, and possibly at a good price..."
Garrick sensed the shifting dynamics in the room. The confrontation was gradually evolving into a pragmatic discussion, the reality of their shared mission eclipsing the initial mistrust. They were tentatively aligning, recognizing that unity was their best chance at navigating the perilous challenges of the surface.
Despite the uneasiness of this alliance, he couldn't shake the feeling that it held the potential to secure the cache and reshape the fate of all involved. Yet, certainty was a luxury they couldn't afford. Only time would unveil the true essence of this partnership...