Utterly Mad

Greer:
Earl grabs a hold of the head, looks into the dry, dead eyes, then puts it behind the counter.
"That's great pal."
He pulls out a small bag with about 300 caps, and put them on the table.

The warboss seems pleased for a brief moment. Not impressed, but pleased. He pulls back from the counter casually, and looks you in the eyes aswell.
"You up for more? Cause we're going to war."

You note that most of the village inhabitants are gearing up, with armor and weapons.
The firebarrels glow brightly onto the village on the towertop, and the moon looms overhead.

Griffin:
Wating little time, you hop on onto the halftrack again, and soon enough you're riding along the trails, heading towards the village.
"So you're from Supmark?"
Dave suddenly remarks.