Raven didn't know what to make of this mysterious stranger.
He carried himself in a way similar to those affiliated with organized crime in Mistral. But if his word can be trusted, he is, or was a tribal out in Western Vacuo. His skin tone seems to confirm this, as it looks like he has been in the sun for most of his life. However his name was the most odd and peculiar.
Courier Six wasn't a traditional Vacuoan name, or a name most people would give their child. It could be a code name or a nickname of sorts, but if she had to guess it would probably be a code name.
He had a device on his arm that looked like something out of Atlas labs, but it looked out of time. Like a failed experiment before the Great War, something that wasn't supposed to be seen by the public. He killed one of her people without hesitation, if Shay's loud and boisterous claim can be seen as true.
This could mean many things in Raven's eyes. He could be a pawn in the larger chess game happening in Remnant at large, or he could be telling the truth. Even if his story is a little out there, she believed in the impossible and unimaginable now. It would be pretty redundant not to believe him if he was telling the truth.
But she couldn't ponder on his affiliation with anyone for now, she had to announce that the spar was taking place and inform Vernal. She stepped outside of her tent, with Courier Six following her out.
She turned her head back towards the Courier and said "Wait here in front of my tent, I'll get Vernal and inform the tribe of what's about to happen." The Courier nodded and simply looked at his device's screen intently.
Raven then scanned the camp for Vernal, and saw her near Shay and some other tribesmen. She made her way over to them, with some pep in her step. As she got closer she heard the conversation the two were having with each other. They were in a far away corner from the main tent, so they probably didn't see both her and Courier Six leave the tent.
"How do you think their meeting is going, Vernal? You think Raven is going to bring his corpse to feed the grimm?"
"Shay, if that was the case she would have told us that already."
"Vernal, we need to talk right now," Raven said with authority. "And Shay, if you want to kill the man, do it yourself. Hiding behind other people is weak."
Shay took himself up from his place of rest and nodded weakly, and walked off, with other bandits in tow behind him. Vernal looked at Raven with a lack of certainty, and picked up her blades from the ground they were resting on.
"Raven, do you need me for something?" she asked while wiping the dust from her blades. She put them back on her waist while waiting for Raven to respond to her.
"You are going to spar someone." Raven revealed. She turned around and pointed towards the main camp.
"He will be at the front of my tent, you two won't fight until I say so." Raven commanded.
Vernal nodded and started walking towards Raven's tent, and when she got far enough away from her she scoffed and rolled her eyes. She just sparred with Raven a few days ago, why would she need to spar right now? Especially since there was a random stranger in the camp.
She reached the front of Raven's tent, and saw the Courier waiting in front patiently with his hands in his pockets.
"Are you the one that I am going to spar with?" Vernal asks with some venom in her voice. She walked towards the Courier but stopped half way through, she didn't want to anger Raven. The stranger looked around mockingly and took one of his hands out of his pockets and pointed at himself.
"Are you talking to me?" Courier Six asked, with amusement in his voice. Vernal fumed at his response.
"You!" Vernal exclaimed while getting closer to the stranger. "Just because you killed one of us doesn't make you some untouchable executioner of justice." The stranger just snickered at her anger and put his left hand back into his pocket.
"My name is Courier Six, and you're Vernal if my eyes aren't lying to me." The Courier said while slowly inching towards Vernal
"You can't intimidate me mailman," Vernal snarked while getting into the face of the Courier. "Your tough guy act may scare Shay, but I'm not him."
"Is your feminine outburst done yet?" Courier Six quipped back. Vernal was already mad at the disrespect given beforehand, but now she was properly furious. If that comment didn't add gasoline to the fire, the anonymous laughter from someone within her own tribe made her blood boil.
Vernal wanted to rip the head off Courier Six's but before she could, Raven walked in between them to stop a potential off the cuff fight. Something Raven didn't want. A spar and a real scuffle were two different animals, something everyone in the Branwen tribe learned at one point in their life.
"Now," Raven said. "I can't have a corpse in my camp can we? I promise both of you that you can beat the snot out of each other after I tell everyone."
"And how long will that take?" Vernal asked impatiently, gripping her blades with an iron grip.
"Not long since I am pretty sure most people know of it at this point due to gossip." Raven said, clearly amused by the situation. She let her eyes glance away from the less than willing sparring partners to the rest of the camp. Her eyes saw and counted that a majority of the tribe was already there, forming a circle around the three.
The tribe clearly wanted some action so Raven started to officially announce it, even though the tribe already knew what was going down between the two.
"These two are going to spar today," Raven announced, she pointed towards Vernal and Courier Six. "Watch them fight to learn more about fighting. Or don't, your death won't make me lose sleep at night."
"Kick his ass Vernal!" Shay shouted with excitement, clearly taking some bets from his surrounding bandits.
"Yeah, get him Vernal!" said some other random bandit. The surrounding crowd started chanting and cheering on their own against the outsider. Although the cheers and chants made Vernal slightly smile, Courier Six showed no reaction to the crowd's bias towards the second in command.
Raven smiled beneath her mask at the crowd's reaction to the coming spar. It reminded her of when she was younger, always challenging the tribe's chain of command with her twin brother. It ended up with them going to Beacon, for the benefit of the Branwen Tribe.
Time does fly by, something an older Raven believes in. Something an older Raven would tell her younger self to value her time with her team. But now wasn't the time for remembrance, it's time for the fight to finally commence.
Raven put her arms around the shoulders of the two fighters. She leaned her head into the middle of both of the fighters, for them to hear what she had to say. She felt the Courier tense up at the physical contact, while Vernal loosened up a bit. But only for a second, her muscles tensed up right after in anticipation.
"There is only one rule here that is important: don't kill your opponent, have fun and give them all a show." Raven stated. She took her arms off of both of them and walked into the crowd. The chieftain watched the spar with interest, one to test her pupil and to see what the outsider can do.
Raven observed some unbelievable things in her life, seeing those things have desensitized her to many things. But seeing the Courier's sunglasses and mask disappear instantly from his face made her suspicions of him being a puppet to the King or Queen grow ever so slightly. Then the Courier equipped a pair of spiked brass knuckles. He put himself into a boxer's stance and waited for Vernal to make her move.
Vernal on the other hand backed away from Courier Six and took her blades off her waist. She got into her stance, lifting the unique circular blades up in an offensive manner. Both Vernal and Courier Six circled each slowly, like two animals preparing to fight over a dead carcass. It seems that neither Vernal or the Courier wanted to make the first strike.
Raven knew that Vernal might strike first, as she can be rather impatient when it comes to fighting, although Vernal hasn't fought someone with a focus on melee combat. To Raven it also seemed that Courier Six might also strike first, since he was slowly inching closer to Vernal, like a caterpillar on a mossy log.
This would be a good test on his abilities as a fighter. Shooting and killing a bandit with no aura isn't impressive as a feat on its own. But if he could beat Vernal in a fight, she could potentially know how he was trained and who trained him. If her theory about him being a chess piece for larger world powers can be proven true.
But it could also prove his point about his tribe being full of warriors. And if he wins this fight she might take a flight over to Vacuo to see potential new members for her own tribe. Although it may prove to be a bad thing to burn bridges with possible allies.
As Raven finished this thought, the crowd of bandits went into excited hysterics at the sight of Courier Six slightly leaping into the air with his fist, with a scream of fury. Vernal sidesteps Courier's punch and swings forward her two blades at him in a pincer formation, much like a death stalker.
To the pleasure of the crowd and to the slight shock of Raven, the Courier didn't dodge the attack like most would in the situation. Instead he squatted down to the ground, picked up a chunk of dirt off the ground and threw it into Vernal's face. This caused Vernal to shut her eyes for a moment and miss her pincer-like attack by a few inches.
The Courier, using this to his advantage, got as close as he could to Vernal without endangering himself to a potential wild swing done by Vernal to keep him away. He started to use his superior reach and started to string together a mixture of straights and jabs. Raven knew if Vernal didn't do something now, it was over for her.
To the delight of the crowd and Raven, Vernal started to block and dodge some of Courier Six's punches with the grace of a wounded animal. At one particular straight, Vernal ducked it and vertically slashed the Courier in the face, which made Courier Six stagger back a few inches.
Raven knew that practically saved Vernal, since it made the Courier give Vernal space that she needed to safely make attacks without punishment. But something that she saw was that the Courier was bleeding from the cut on his cheek. This proved to her that her theory about him can be debunked due to the fact that both puppet masters didn't like to lose chess pieces very easily.
The Courier didn't seem to be in pain or shocked by the cut on his cheek however. He simply wiped the blood off his face and got back into stance. But instead of patiently waiting for an opening like last time, he started to shuffle in place while circling Vernal in a more aggressive fashion than before.
Vernal wore a vicious smile, she knew now that he didn't have aura. If she could hit him and make him fall to the ground, then she could just rough him up a bit more and be declared the victor. However with the tribe watching the fight like how they were, she couldn't just shoot him or throw one of her blades at him. It could potentially hit someone in the crowd, and she didn't want that. So Vernal put up her blades and started to slowly but surely inch towards Courier Six.
Courier Six started to feint that he was going to do the legion assault, but he was actually going to do the ranger take down. If he could feint the start up of the legion assault, he could get close enough to attempt the ranger take down. If successful he could get Vernal on the ground and pummel her.
Raven knew what the Courier was doing, he was baiting Vernal swipe in the air to attack her lower body or legs.'Going for the lower body could be a rewarding attack for him, but will be risky for him to do due to him not having aura.'Raven thought with some anticipation. His fighting style slightly reminded her of another two blond fighters, but she pushed that thought into the back of her mind, to never be heard from again.
The Courier started to lightly run at Vernal, to get her to do what he wanted her to do. He lifted one leg into the air and lifted his other foot slightly off the ground, where only his toes were on the ground, with his heel in the air. It was the only plan the Courier could think of besides brute force, and that would be costly due to Vernal's weapon choice.
Vernal's smile got wider, ovbiously thinking that he was stupid enough to to commit to the same attack twice, in a rather quick succession. She ran at the Courier like a fox after a rabbit and swung one of her blades vertically towards his face, clearly wanting to hit the stagger and knock him off his feet.
But she didn't expect him to lean towards the ground and use his slightly off the ground leg for balance and use the leg in the air to sweep her off her feet. She felt the rough and coarse dirt on her back, and a lightness in her left hand. She heard a metallic clanking not even a few inches from her. Vernal cursed under her breath, and prepared herself for the worst. She gripped her remaining blade in her right hand and moved her index finger to the trigger. If she could get a clear shot on the Courier she could potentially still win.
The crowd roared at the action done by the Courier, some even cheering for the man instead of one of their own. Shay had a nervous grin adorn his face, worrying about the potential loss of money he was going to be faced with because of his biased bets. They had all thought that the Courier had won the fight.
And they would be proven right.
The Courier brought down his fists consistently and brutally against Vernal's face and chest. The cacophonous sounds of the spiked knuckles made some people in the crowd flinch at how callous and barbaric the punches even were. Vernal's aura took the brunt of the hits however, which made the Courier even angrier that he isn't doing any physical damage to her.
However there was a silver lining for Vernal in her dramatic beat down she was receiving. She could potentially line up a shot to his chest or face to stun him for a very short period of time. The way Courier Six was punching was very erratic and irregular, and left him wide open for an attack. Vernal weakly lifted up her blade, aiming a straight shot towards the Courier's head.
The Courier was starting to tire. His swings became slower, and he started to breathe out of his mouth more and more. The cut from his cheek started to bleed more. Courier Six stopped his punches to wipe the blood off from his face.
This was Vernal's opportunity to make a possible comeback. But before she could squeeze the trigger on her blade, the Courier just kicked it out of her hand. It wasn't a flashy or great kick, it was a simple kick with enough force to knock down a dandelion. The weakness of the kick shocked Vernal, did he gas out? If so this could be her chance to-
"Get up" the Courier stated loudly, while backing away from Vernal slightly. This caused the crowd to go into an uneasy silence. Raven watched on with some confusion on why he gave up his advantage in the way he did. Vernal still had some aura left in her system, and Courier Six didn't have any aura to begin with.
Vernal did get up with some trouble, her legs slightly shook with every step and readjusted for balance. She scanned the area for her weapons to find them in the crowd, only for them to be just out of reach. She had a look of indignation plaguing her face, clearly angrily at the man who is embarrassing her in front of her people.
She put her hands up in an aggressive stance and started to inch closer to the Courier with some haste in her step. The Courier did the same, wanting to finally end the fight. They both come close in striking distance from each other, and the Courier strikes first and as fast as a hungry viper.
He successfully hits Vernal in the nose, and with that hit a cracking noise could be heard from her body. But it wasn't from her nose, it was from her aura breaking. Which sent a golden wave flow around her whole body, making a cracking effect on her body and finally disappearing. Vernal couldn't strike back or position herself in any way however. Somehow Courier Six had paralyzed her body in place, which made her body slump to the floor, like a puppet with its strings cut.
The Courier, not wasting any time, rushed over to Vernal and started to brutally beat her. A flurry of kicks and stomps were set to her torso and head. He then picked her up from the ground just to throw her back onto the ground harshly, like a construction worker throwing an unwanted bag of cement.
Vernal had shaken off the effects of Courier Six's paralysis, but she couldn't react in time to any of his attacks. She tried to get up but with one simple uppercut from the Courier and was again sent back to the hard dirt floor. The Courier then got on top of her and started to send out quick as lighting strikes and jabs to her face. One punch in particular broke her nose with a sickening crunch, sending blood flying everywhere onto the Courier's clothes and the ground.
The crowd roared with approval, with the exception of Shay since he had to pay other bandits their money due to making a bet on who would win the spar. Raven had seen enough, she didn't want the Courier to kill Vernal, so she stepped in to stop that.
"Enough!" Raven exclaimed, causing the rowdy and loud crowd of bandits to quiet down at the sound of her voice. The Courier stopped punching Vernal and walked away from her twitching body. But to rub his victory further he leaned his head towards Vernal and spat out a wad of spit onto Vernal, which landed on her bloodied nose.
Raven watched the Courier like a hawk to see if he did try to sneak in any extra shots on Vernal, in which he didn't try to. He simply put his spiked knuckles in his duster and made his sunglasses and breathing mask magically reappear on his face. He walked over to Raven and simply walked over to her.
"What the fuck was that?" The Courier asked with some snark, mixed with some confusion.
Raven beneath her mask raised one eyebrow up in confusion at the Courier's remark. Shouldn't he be happy about beating Vernal to a bloody pulp?
"You should be happy about your win, what is left to be desired by you?" Raven inquired. She then turned to the slowly diminishing crowd to state the obvious.
"The show is over, get back to what you were doing before. Unless you want to fight our guest here too." At Raven's statement, the crowd of bandits quicking disbanded and went back to what they were doing before the spar happened.
The Courier walked closer to Raven, right beside her specifically. He put one hand in his pocket and pointed his thumb at Vernal, who was still on the floor.
"You gonna patch me or her up?" The Courier asked. He put the other hand back in his other pocket after finishing his sentence. Raven turned her head to directly look at the Courier.
"Vernal's aura will heal her in a few minutes, the wounds you inflicted on her will disappear shortly-''. But before Raven can finish her statement, the Courier butted in.
"Bruises don't just magically disappear after a few seconds. The punches I was giving to Vernal would have at least put someone in a coma for the rest of their life."
Raven stared at the mailman with a face of slight shock and amusement, however due to her mask he couldn't see her reaction. Seeing the Courier showing no sign of joking about his statement, Raven did a double take.
"You're serious about not knowing what aura is right?" Raven asked with some semblance of doubt. The Courier simply nodded at Raven's question, which made Raven sigh. She didn't become the leader of the Branwen Tribe to educate children on some basic knowledge. If she wanted to do that she would have become a teacher at Signal or Beacon.
"Aura is the manifestation of the soul," Raven said, moving one of her hands to her chest where her heart would be. "It acts like a force field, absorbing damage for a period of time. If given enough time or proper training, a person can develop a semblance."
"What's a semblance?" The Courier injected, much to the annoyance of Raven. She didn't want to do this conversation over again, Vernal annoyed her enough with her constant questioning when she unlocked her aura a few years ago.
"A semblance is a side ability of aura that one can achieve by practice. It is unique to every person on this planet." Raven explained quickly, not wanting to answer more questions than she needed to.
"What are the extents that a semblance can reach?" The Courier questioned, much to the dismay of Raven. Raven walked a few paces away from the Courier and unsheathed Omen and slashed in the air. A portal opened up in the air, colored with rusty reds and dark blacks swirling in the middle of the portal.
Raven sheathed Omen and walked past the portal she made, and went to face the Courier.
"Does that demonstration answer your question?" Raven asked. The Courier watched the portal disappear after a few seconds. The portal didn't make a sound when it left, without a trace.
"Yeah," The Courier conceded rather quickly, not wanting to question the logic behind a portal manifesting itself from a sword swipe. Raven walked back towards the Courier and pointed towards the gate that separated her tribe from the wilderness.
"Once you exit out of the camp, take a right for about 2 miles, you will find a village that pays tribute to us. Then just pay coachman to take you to Mistral, and just get on a bullhead to Vacuo." Raven explained, keeping her end of the deal.
The Courier gave a curt nod, "Thank you for your hospitality. Caesar will be informed of this, and you will be rewarded," The Courier didn't leave the camp; however, he stayed in place, right across from Raven.
"But I want to get this aura ability that you and Vernal have." Courier Six stated while stretching his left arm, which made a bone popping noise. Raven chuckled at the Courier's remark.
"How much do you want it? Unlocking Aura is no easy feat compared to handling a sword. Even If I did unlock your aura, what would I get out of it?"
"I hear around this camp and from yourself that this tribe of yours is a tribe that isn't very peaceful. I could help you with potential battles or raids." The Courier offered, clearly wanting to barter his way into getting his aura unlocked.
"Well with your recent win over Vernal proved to me that you can best people with aura in a one on one. But leading a group into battle is very different from a simple spar." Raven said, still rather unconvinced from the Courier's offer.
The Courier gave a dry chuckle in response to Raven, "I have led my own tribe into battle countless times, and we dominated on the battlefield. We never lost a battle when I was leading a squad."
Raven crossed her arms, still unconvinced by the Courier's bravado. "How long ago were these victories achieved?"
The Courier took out his trusted machete, Liberator and showed the blade to Raven. Raven looked at the machete itself, and noticed that it was rather poorly made. It wasn't made with love or care, but rather out of convenience. But the most interesting about the machete's blade is how sharp it was and the fact there was a mixture of old brown blood and newer more red blood can be seen on the blade, noting its age and usage.
"It has seen many battles, and as you can see it has destroyed many enemies recently." The Courier stated while making the machete disappear into his duster.
Raven stood there in silence for a few seconds, contemplating and thinking over her answer in her head. She thought of all of the negatives and positives that would come from letting the Courier participate in anything related to the tribe. He could cause a major success if his word can be believed and his performance spar can be upheld in an actual fight.
Some negatives that could be seen would be that he could be too green. A tribal in over his head, who can't adapt to a green environment and different fighting styles besides hand to hand combat. She didn't know any of his leadership capabilities, nor seen any. So she could give him the benefit of the doubt, but that was a very dangerous idea in a bandit's lifestyle. If too many Branwen tribesmen and women die, the tribe will cease to exist. She also knew that if she did agree to him helping a raid, she would have to unlock his aura, which could be a good or bad thing for herself and the tribe.
Raven, the Queen of Bandits and current leader of the Branwen Tribe has made the decision that she thinks would benefit herself and the tribe the most. She did a nod to the left of her, which was where Shay and some other bandits were playing cards, underneath the shelter of a small tent.
"Tell Shay that I gave you permission to join the raiding party at the old SDC mine, he will tell you in detail of how the raid will play out."
After giving the Courier the greenlight to participate in the raid Raven walked off and grabbed the struggling Vernal off the ground by her arm and helped her to her tent. Most likely to heal Vernal's wounds and scold her performance. The Courier on the other hand did what he was told and walked over to the tent where Shay and the others were located.
Shay was playing cards, boasting about his skills with cards to the others playing with him, much to their resentment and annoyance. The Courier didn't recognize any other bandits playing with Shay, but he didn't care that he didn't. These bandits were cannon fodder in his mind.
"Raven says I can participate in the upcoming raid," The Courier Said while observing the game of blackjack they were playing. "I need information about it."
"What information do you even need for a raid like this?" Shay countered, while playing his two aces. The other bandits groaned in disappointment, reaching into their pockets to place down the amounts of cash they owned Shay. Shay then collected all of the cards that were in play and shuffled them back into the deck and started to deal out cards to continue the game.
The Courier shrugged his shoulders, "The usual breakdown. When it takes place, who's in charge etceteria". He sat down next to one of the other bandits and watched Shay and the bandits continue their game.
"I am going to be in charge of this raid. We leave in a few hours to take what we want from this mine. Last time we were there it was abandoned and filled to the brim with Grimm. We cleared it out and took what we could carry." Shay explained while playing cards. He revealed his hand to the rest of the players, an ace and a jack, giving him another twenty one. The bandits playing coughed up the money they owed Shay and one by one left the blackjack game. Much to Shay's disappointment.
"How about we do the raid now to get it over with," The Courier suggested while gathering up the playing cards the bandits left behind and handing them to Shay. "You want to play a game while we discuss this?"
Shay gingerly nodded and shuffled the cards with great care. Shay put out some currency on the improvised table that the Courier didn't recognize. The Courier in response put some leftover pre-war money he forgot to burn in the Mojave while traveling onto the table. Shay's eyebrow arched in confusion.
"That's not Lien," Shay observed, while picking up the pre-war money. "What's the conversion rate on this?"
The Courier laughed on the inside at Shay's question about the worthless currency.
"One dollar has the same amount of value as five Lien." Courier Six said while dumping even more pre-war money onto the table. Shay saw the Courier raise the stakes, and with a grin doubled up his own bankroll. Then he dealt the cards to himself and Courier Six.
"Is it a possibility that this mine is occupied by your tribe's enemies?" The Courier asked while looking at his cards.
"Maybe," Shay said while looking at his cards. "When we were clearing out the old mining town next to the mine one of our own supposedly saw a smokestack off in the distance. Where the mine is."
Shay then revealed his cards,which were two jacks, which meant he was as close to blackjack as a player gets without busting. Shay let a victorious grin appear on his face, obviously thinking that he won.
The Courier smirked and placed down his cards, which were two aces. Shay was taken back at his loss, but he soon accepted it.
"Tell me more about this mining town." The Courier said while collecting his winnings,
"Nothing much to it. It's small and abandoned, and has a railroad on the eastern side of the town to transport the dust to Mistral and WindPath for trade and general use," Shay said while putting the playing cards back into their box. "You would think it would have stopped since the town was abandoned, but SDC trains sometimes still use the track."
"Why don't you guys just rob the trains instead of picking off the scraps from this town?" The Courier asked.
"The Schnees don't take too lightly to people stealing their dust," Shay answered. "Last time a crime syndicate in Mistral robbed the company the Schnees sent their private security after them. They weren't seen much after that."
"If they are so powerful, why would they trust an abandoned railroad with their precious goods instead of using more mainstream ones?" The Courier questioned. He then got up from his seat and stood right next to Shay, who was still sitting down.
"In WindPath the company pays 'taxes' to local crime families to stop the White Fang from robbing them of their dust-"
"Hold on, you told me they sent private security after those that robbed them. Why not send private security to fight this other criminal group?"
Shay looked up at the Courier while pocketing his deck of playing cards. He stood up and started to laugh a bit, which slightly angered the Courier.
"What's so funny about my question Shay?" The Courier asked while getting closer to Shay.
Shay held his arms out in a more nervous way, muttering some apology very quickly.
"I'm sorry I laughed, you know? It was just instinct," Shay said quickly. The Courier gave a chuckle of his own at Shay's reaction. Which diffused the situation almost immediately.
"The White Fang isn't some criminal group, it's a international terrorist organization." Shay explained while calming down slightly from his previously panicked state.
"What's their organization's goal?" Courier Six asked, with some hopefulness in his tone. If he can find common ground with this group, they can serve Caesar rather well if things went well.
"Their stated end goal is to be treated fairly by humans," Shay revealed. "But in practice the White Fang wants a faunus dominated society with the humans at the bottom. So in my opinion they can go fuck themselves."
The Courier scrapped his idea in his head upon hearing the information Shay just told him. This group would be slated for extermination by Caesar's hand. Caesar doesn't need mutant supremacists running amok in his empire.
"Anyway enough with the political talk. So why do you want to do the raid now?" Shay asked the Courier.
"The Sun will set soon, and I am sure we don't want to be caught by any animals in the dark." The Courier pointed out.
"But if we go later the night can be our cover if things go hot." Shay countered.
"You told me that you cleared out both the mine and the town, which is abandoned," The Courier responded. "Why would we put ourselves in more danger to the grimm and other people just to be extra cautious?"
Courier Six didn't actually know what the grimm were, but from what he could piece together they were some sort of problem in Vacuo, especially in the Western half. He could tell Shay was considering his words, due to the odd look on his face. The downtrodden eyes and the uneasy facial expression showed some thought going into his decision.
"Fine we will go earlier than normal, just because I want to get this over with already." Shay stated before sighing. Then Shay cupped his hands around his mouth, to presumably announce something to the rest of the tribe.
"EVERYONE, PACK YOUR SHIT WE ARE GOING ON A LITTLE RAID TO THE MINING TOWN NOW!"
The tribe of bandits audibly groaned. As did the Courier at their lack of enthusiasm.
It was going to be a long walk.