Romt's paws pressed against the ground as he exited the Turnpike Tavern, thoughts of what he needed to buy filling his mind with every step. A few medical supplies, for certain. He had some food, though was running low in the water department, so that was something to put on the mental list. He considered ammunition, but figured for the moment he had enough. He had enough to not show a whole lot of concern about it. He figured he'd get to his next destination before having to worry, though maybe he was being risky. He was considering his options as a voice rung up from behind him.

[Center][B]"A bounty hunter, huh?"[/B][/Center]

Romt turned halfway, looking back at the entrance to the bar. A pegasus mare stood there, a smirk on her blue face. Her black mane sticking out in front and from behind her News' Cap. She wore basic leather armor, and a submachine gun was her weapon of choice considering that was all she had from what he could see. To Romt, she came off as the mercenary type. "I've been looking for somepony strong to do some work. You seem pretty tough." She said, her eyes examining him top to bottom. Her tongue slowly shifted in her mouth as she judged his appearance, a remark escaping her. "Heh, yeah. As tough as they come."

"Your work is already sounding dangerous." Romt replied, eyeing her skeptically. The mare let out a small laugh, before answering his suspicion. "Dangerous it is. That's why I need somepony strong and reliable. You caught my attention with that conversation of yours in the bar." This wasn't enough to catch Romt's complete attention, but he had to admit he was curious about the work. He fully turned to face her, crossing his arms. "I see. So what's the job? I'll need some details if I'm going to make a decision on it. Danger isn't too much of a negative for me." 

"Cocky, eh?" The mare was amused, though put that behind her as to give him the details. "I suppose I'll give you the details, then. I'm a bounty hunter, like you. And I'm looking at a good paying mission that could fill my pockets." She looked up at the sky, frowning. "Sadly, as much as I'd love to do the job by myself, it's far too dangerous. I have sources that will pay a pretty amount of bits for the heads of the raider leaders of some of the biggest groups in the wasteland. These guys have either a lot of firepower, a town's worth of men, or are fortified enough it'd take a lot of work to breach their defenses and take them down. Too much for one pony to handle, as you can probably tell."

"So you're looking to make a team that can help you with taking out these raiders, for a cut of the profits." Romt said, and the mare nodded. "Correct. I have a few ponies in mind, and I had only stopped here to resupply on my way to find them. When I saw you trot into the bar, and heard you conversing with that stallion, it made you look like somepony I could use on this job." She explained, looking back at him. "You'd be in for twenty percent. Like I said, I have a few other ponies currently in my interest, so it'd be the only fair way I could split it between us. I'd also ask you to accompany me to get the others, as I'd like us to be together as soon as possible so we can get this job done." The mare stared with her pink eyes, seeming to be only waiting for an answer now. It wasn't the end of the world if he said no, as she could probably find replacements. Though she probably couldn't find another Hellhound.

Romt thought it over. The bits would probably be good for those raiders, and he'd be doing the wasteland a favor, right? He saw it that way. It was a dangerous job, but she seemed to have a plan in mind for after she gathered this group of hers together. All he had to do was shoot raiders, and he'd probably have enough pay to keep him going for a short while. It sounded good, since he was hoping for something interesting anyhow. 

The mare stared, seeming to want her answer as to not waste too much time. "Well...?"

"I like it. Sounds like we'd be doing the wasteland, and ourselves, a favor." Romt replied, a thought crossing his mind about these ponies in her interest. What if they didn't want a part of this? Wouldn't it turn into a big waste of time? [I]'I guess I have to give it the benefit of the doubt...'[/I]

The mare smiled, approaching him. "Great! Glad to have you! It'll be nice working with you... Eh..." 

"Romt."

"Right. Romt, got it. Won't forget it." The mare replied, extending a hoof to him. "The name's Freya. I'm a good shot, and I'll certainly have your back during this job as long as you have mine. Sound good?" She questioned, as Romt extended one of his hands and shook her hoof as they came to an agreement. "Yeah. Sounds good." He replied, letting go soon after he spoke, his arm returning to his side. Freya's hoof returned to the ground, the smile on her face not fading. "Good. You'd best get everything you need tomorrow, as we'll be leaving to find the first pony on my list."

"Understood. Where are we going to meet up tomorrow?" Romt asked, simply not wanting to wander around town searching for her. He watched as Freya narrowed her eyes, turning towards the bar. "Well, I could always share a room with you. It'd be convenient, and I could see how strong you [I]really[/I] are." A seductive, unexpected tone with her comment followed by a small flank-shake allowed for Romt to reply with nothing more than a shocked whine. Freya laughed. "Heh! Just messin' with ya, big guy. I don't care where you sleep, just meet up with me in front of the bar here in the morning." She said, trotting off back into the bar without giving the hound much of a chance to respond.

Romt stood there for a moment, before shaking his head and deciding that maybe it was for the best if he got some sleep. He figured he'd be up at sunrise, and on the go not too long after that. He could probably find a decent spot somewhere around New Appleloosa. Probably behind a train car or something, as he wasn't one for sleeping indoors, so the terrain outside worked fine for him. If it got cold, he'd simply burrow underground. Though he doubted it'd get bothersome tonight. With his thoughts wandering about the job he had just accepted to help with, he trotted off away from the bar, to find a place to get a few hours of sleep. He had a feeling that he'd need it.