[@HHHippo]
"Good to know." The man said, brushing his dreads away from his eyes as he drops the bag, making a squelching noise, "I can help you out here, when the going gets rough. Obviously there aren't too many things around here that're especially... Y'know... Safe to be around. My main product's in the bag, but I do sell other survival equipment... Just don't let security catch you with it back up on the surface."

[@Eviledd1984]

Caerbog calls loudly from the perimeter, and the drunken voice and the voice from the east berates one another usual.

"IF A FOLLOWER CANNOT KILL, CAERBOG WILL EMBRACE THE SACRIFICE FOR HIM."

[@DJAtomika]

"Cor..." The man says, still holding his wrench defensively, though his face portrayed no real ill will. He called up to the balcony, "Richard! There's a refugee! I found a refugee!"

He turned back to Elise, smiling, "Welcome to Fort Wensley, Miss! It's been a long time since we've seen any civilians!"