Will said nothing on the way and just focused on getting to Appling. When they arrived, they were greeted with... less than friendly guards at the junk wall. Will flicked his eyes down to his chest as he noticed two red dots dancing on his shirt. Will was met by the rough voice of the guard's superior

“Halt!” His gruff voice boomed. “Hands where I can see them, now. You kids are young to be wandering out by yourself, what with all those alien scouts scouring the wasteland. This is how it’s gonna work. I’m gonna ask a few questions, you’re gonna answer me. We’ll decide whether or not to shoot you.” He flicked the safety off a small, hand-made gun, cocking it once before leveling it at Will.

“Who are you? Why are you here? Who’s your leader and who do you report to? And DON’T try to bullshit me.” He growled, wagging a gloved finger at them. “I can smell bullshit a mile away.”

Hmmm... Will had to think about it. "We're travellers..." he began, gesturing to the other elementals as he stepped forward. "We're looking for beds and food to heal ourselves for maybe a week or two. We've been through one hell of a trip." He explained, hoping the leader wouldn't pick up his bluff. Will tried his best to keep a straight face, as he would against an opponent in the ring to keep his purpose hidden and his next move a mystery. Will was determined to win this psychological war between him and the superior guard