"Why, mercs, of course, friend!" Chalk booms as he swaggers back into the RV, his duster flapping dramatically with his entrance. His scarred, wire-filled mess of a face is twisted into the general shape of a smile, and a colossal gloved hand stretches out towards Duncan in greeting. "Victor Chalk. Deliverance Company. One man squad. I see before me a man who's, for lack of a better word, seen some shit." Chalk's voice, despite sounding akin to a battle-scarred Microsoft Sam, seems generally friendly.