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Brick was working away as he listened to Aurora talk, matching wires to positive and negative terminals to carry the juice through Fuago. He froze up when she asked about his past.

[i]'This is it then, kid seems trustworthy, I'll tell the truth'[/i]

"I was trained by my father, he was with a group called the Gun Runners, but before I get into that, I have to tell you a secret, don't get freaked out or anything, but my boss? Forge? He doesn't really exist, a carefully constructed lie to protect myself and the people living here. When I came down here, I saw how rough life can be out in these parts, folks ready to do bad things at the drop of a hat, anything to get ahead. Don't get me wrong, it's like that everywhere in the world, at least, all the parts I've been to in my life, but something about the raiders here, they seem more savage than usual, maybe I'm just crazy. And, I mean, I'm not the most physically imposing guy around, so I created Forge, and built up his reputation to scare those kind of people off. So any stories you might've heard are probably true, but I hope you can understand why I did it, and that you'll forgive the secrecy"

Brick stopped working, laid down his tools, and walked over to a small fridge in the corner, talking as he went.
"So the Gun Runners, in short, are weapon dealers. They generally move into an area, set up shop, and slowly grow a business. Weaponsmiths, like me, are trained in dozens of different methods and techniques for repair and modification, and we try to learn techniques local to the region, bring it back to others to add to our knowledge base. I'm still working on growing the business yet, haven't even mentioned the name Gun Runners 'til now. Hey, you want somethin? Got a few bottles of purified water here, few bottles of stronger stuff if that's more your style, and there's some food too if you're hungry"