April tosses the rest of the muck onto the corpse. She rubs her hands on her apron. She's sweating. And she's angry. You can see it in her eyes.
"Bright," she says. "To what do I owe the honor?" Her tone is a mix of sarcasm and sincerity. She does respect you. She is part of your flock, after all.
I hold still a bit, holding back some of the ruder things I'd like to say. And by ruder I usually mean fatal. There was a lot of potential in this room and these people were still part of the vision of restoring at least some bit of the Golden Age. I do however, grab the water on the table and hold it.
"You damn well know the rules are fair and you'd know better than to think I'd be accusing anyone in this room of doing anything wrong. There wouldn't be business out here without me" I look around the room for confirmation. "Am I wrong? Am I harming any of you or am I the fucking reason we are all here. I'm not going to sit around and play the blame game, I just think it's a serious problem and we should do something about it. Trade isn't a joking matter."
I step back, still holding the water. Almost hugging it, the coolness and condensation soaking into my shirt.
"Look, your girl there saw some smoke on the horizon, yeah? Then send somebody to deal with it." He leans forward. "Or is it you want me to go out into the jaws of the beast?"
"That's just it," says Babylon folding her arms. "That's why we're here. We think we all," she looks between you all, "should be the ones to check it out."
Hound glances around the assembly with a weary eye. "I'm hearin' a lotta words," he drawls, like a tested saint, "but I still don't know what in the Glow you're talking about."
He pushes off the wall and folds his arms. "You want everyone in this room to go see some far-off smoke signal? That's a pricey escort contract," he says, with the hint of a grin.
It's common knowledge that I've got the means but sometimes even that isn't enough. I do hear enough from the Traders to have a good idea of what people are wanting.
"It's not an escort either, its an excursion. We can expand territory that way too. We all need the room to roam. I can double the normal rates for you and Hound, I do have a girl looking to leave the Hill. Maybe marry in." It's not a declaration of interest on the behalf of the hellraiser back up the Hill but more of an offer of a clean impressionable girl and access to Arsenic's own dinner table. Hound would or could be welcome to enter the facility proper, full water access for his gang, and a say in matters regarding the water. It's one hell of an offer but the man deserved a good offer, he'd been loyal so far.
"Pay and I'll go. Quarter up front. Usual rates." Be fun to fight alongside Hound again. As to Arsenic, well... hard not to be bitter, but she did the smart thing.
April continues to work, finishing wrapping the wound. "Well, I don't see how you could have seen it. Anyway. So, what's the plan these days? You've been keeping the flock outside the walls. Are you going to find a more permanent place for us?"
Excellent. So now I pose a question to all of you. You know this place, this area. You've lived here. What could it be? This smoke and ash. What is out this direction that has caused you problems before? Or, the better question, who is out this direction that has caused you problems before?
Bright,
April starts cutting strips of cloth. She going to wrap the wounds. As she cuts, she asks, "So, what's the plan for the flock? What's next? You seem like you have a place you want to take us, or something."
this is badland, no major communities are out here, at least none that get my water. This is why I'm so confused, I don't know what traders were doing out here and I don't no who they were doing that with. It's why I'm going personally to see, Babylon as my guard and that little trouble maker I've offered up to hound is coming to. She wants to see the world, let's see it.