Bishop took a look at everyone, ready to go through some shit with them.
He went to his tent and was followed by some children whose parents lived in tents near his. "Where are you going Mr. Stauton?" One of them asked. "Oh children...I am going into the belly of the beast, The Maze. But do not worry for me. It will take more than anything down there to take me down." He gave them a confident but fake smile. Bishop gathered up a all of his toys and trinkets, some of them finished some of them not. "Take these. If I don't return then at least have something to remember me by. No go one. I must prepare." He shooed them away and they slowly walked, watching him as they left.
He took a deep breath and went to the back of his tent, pulling away a tarp to reveal a large green trunk, he hoped he would never have reason to go through its contents again. In large black text it read ALEXEJ STAUTON. A relic from many years ago. He undid the brass clasps on it and revealed its contents. A pump action shotgun, 3 shells, a length of wire and 4 pipe bombs. He stuffed everything but the gun in his backpack and loaded the gun. "Chcete-li válce."
Bishop appeared at the metal doors leading to The Maze. He put on a smile and lifted his hat a bit. "Greetings. We might as well get to know each other. I am Bishop Stauton. Though I'm sure you might've already known that. I guess we'll be brothers in arms here in a few moments." He nodded to them and waited for their greetings.