[b]"I ain't planning on letting the thing live to be bait, and I came here to hire someone who can deal with the radiation and help me hunt... I guess you will have to do if you'll accept a large portion of the harvest from the hunt... Even let you put the poor thing out of it's misery whenever you want! You know I was damned lucky with this feral, found it and a few others about to attack this charming place, perfect opportunity really because the best game love a good ghoul!"[/b] The old man enthusiastically responds, beginning to pet his trusty old compatriot.

[b]"Fancy working for the Commonwealth Carver? It'd put that... Red Glare I think to good use. Never tell with missile launchers. Same offer's up for all by the by! Anyone who fancies helping an old codger take down some big mean abomination gets a free meal made from our bounty and anything else you find along the way is a bonus! I'll sort me own scotch problem as well!"[/b] The Carver offers jauntily, beginning to drink from a full bottle he takes from one of his pockets.