| Looks like this old man still has a thing or two to teach the young'uns. You fought well, son, and I reckon that boy Auer's troops are gonna run off with their tails between their legs if they know what's good for 'em.|
I admit: I ain't gonna sleep well after opening that Vault, 'specially considering my humble home sits nearly on top of it, but never let it be said that I'm the type who'll look a gift horse in the mouth. With these fortuitous spoils of war and the Exile force at my back, I've got my eyes set on something bigger than this little dustbowl.
|Infernal Infiltration War |
|Greetings, Exile. This whole dust-up in the mines started nigh on two decades ago when I was still a Marshall and first learned of the Delta Vaults. Whatever's down there, it's worth killin' a man for- or dying for. We've got to be prepared to do both if we're going to get to the bottom of this.|
We don't just have those insects to worry about, but Administrator 7, too. I taught that boy Silas everything he knows, but not everything I know. I reckon he's out for my blood, but there are two thinks I'm king of this dusty ol' rock: Shootin' and survivin'.
|Old Text |
|Welcome traveler. I am The Lawman.|
Why don't you set a spell? I've got a few jobs for you but you'll need your rest first.