The guards gaze at the techanic who approaches them, working on some contraption that appears to be a firearm. He suddenly speaks up.
"Do you know anything about the attack? Where the bandits came from, and what they were after?"
The men exchange glances, wondering who this man was and why he suddenly showed up inquiring about the recent attack. One of them pipes up after a few moments.
"They've been attacking the Fort for some time now, but this last one was the worst...they had a mech with them! No one knows where they are camped out at, can't really spare any men to try and find em. The Captain managed to injure one of em this last attack, first time we've managed to actually get a prisoner to interrogate...maybe the scum will tell us something good."
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The shopkeeper looks up as the masked man enters his store. He orders some rations and after pulling out a pouch of bits to pay for it begins to talk to the shop keeper.
“I heard you were attacked by bandits. It is not every day bandits attack a fort. Do you think you know why they did something so foolish? Heard anything?”
The clerk suddenly stop counting the bits the stranger provided as payment and chuckles.
"You're not from around here are ya? Those damn bandits attack the fort and any caravans more and more frequently....though this is the first time they have had tech like a mech with them. Dunno if they managed to pillage it from a caravan or what but it definetely managed to do some damage before the guard knocked it out of commission. As for why they would do it....how should I know? They are bandits, they do and take whatever they want! Got one of em locked up in the jail, Zav managed to wing him as they were attempting to run away. They oughta string him up if ya ask me."
The clerk slides a bag containing the rations across the counter to Sebastian.
"Anything else I can get fer ya?"
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The door of Davin's Bar swings open as Vildayvin enters. He glances around until he sees Zav sitting at a table, just finishing a game of Six Shoot, apparently beating out the competition for the rest of their bits. The two men grumble a bit and head out of the bar leaving Zav alone, a pint of cold beer next to him. Vildayvin sits down at the table, extending a hand to Zav who promptly shakes it.
"How ya doin Zav? Its been a while since I've seen ya last."
Zav: "Not too bad...trying to help keep the peace and fight off the persistent bandit attacks. What brings you here though I wonder."
Vildayvin motions to the bartender for a drink. Once it arrives he leans in closer to Zav, lowering his voice.
"Well lets just say I'm on a mission for a friend to get something back from some bandits...the same bandits responsible for the most recent attack on the Fort I am beginning to suspect. Richter's given me the ok to speak with the man you detained after the attack, see what he knows."
Zav: Oh really? What did they take from your friend?
"A box, thats all I can say."
Zav raises an eyebrow but doesnt push for any more info.
Zav: Well I gotta get going, nice seeing ya again Vil. Be careful if you're going after those bandits...if they have mech's available it could be a death trap.
"Thanks for the tip Zav, I'll keep it in mind."
The two seperate, Zav heading out of the bar, leaving Vildayvin alone at the table sipping on his drink. At a table nearby a lone woman sits with her back to the Marshal, her jet black hair held back by a bandana, a pair of goggle resting on top of her head. Unbeknownst to the Marshal she managed to overhear some of the conversation.
