Joseph had been standing outside the weapons shop for hours, giving the sign that said. "Out for a forum." The occasional evil had but at the moment he was distracted by the thick grouping of holotags in his hands. Twelve out of sixteen, four are missing and he needed the help to get them back in the name of the brotherhood, he had collected all the intel he could carry from the outpost but nothing was making sense to him he was warrior not a scribe. He put the tags away when he heard someone approaching it was the owner of the store who looked him up and down. "We ain't got nothing for you." He said, "Are you sure, i got a ton of ammo i need to trade for energy cells, and charge packs." Joseph said flatly. The shop keeper looked him up and down. "I don't have any of those anymore, some vault dweller came and bought em. But i suppose i can trade you what little caps i have for the-" "Vault dweller you say, where can i find him?" "I reckon he's still at the radiation roost." In a moment of scrambling he took out the assorted ammo mostly 5.56's and 5mmms and gave them to the shop keeper asking nothing in return and ran off without another word.

He ran through the town, not caring about who he bumped into or knocked over and slammed into the inn nearly knocking down the door. With a critical eye he scanned the room, ignoring the people who threw him looks over their shoulders. Eventually his eyes settled on the vault dweller, and he approached. "I've been looking for you, me and you need to talk." He said, looking down at the man if he tried anything he could grab his pistol but he doubted that it would resort to violence.