Re: Chance City, New Mexico
In reply to Brother Edgar (msg #20):
At Peter's caving, a voice sneered from the back of the crowd of townspeople, "aw, just like all them damn wagon-burners, no backbone! Mutie-lover!" He was quickly shushed.
Stopping, Sigfried nodded his thanks to Peter.
"Give me a second, sir, to have a bit of a palaver with the good Brother here."
Speaking to Brother Edgar, he answered quietly, "Brother, we got nothin' left to give. What food we got's gotta last us a couple days until we can hunt for more. There's no shelter there right now, it's just some tumble-down adobe walls. We were gonna make some lean-tos and hang some blankets. It's just a day's walk, which we can make for free, and we're no worse off than we were before. In fact, I reckon it's likely to be safe as kittens on that road all the way from here to Las Cruces, for obvious reasons."
He gestured at the trucks by way of explanation.
"Someone who'll help you out when there's nothing in it for them is a friend and ally you need and can trust. Someone who won't, isn't. Don't matter if they're mutie or norm. If we got something to trade in the future, then this guy and his friends will come sniffing around no matter what, if he don't think that'll brand him as a "mutie-lover". A big part of adapting and surviving is using the old noggin, right Brother?"
This message was last edited by the GM at 23:24, Sat 26 June 2010.