The tavern, Pandora's tears grew lively the more the sun set. It was a joyful atmosphere that saw to it that no one person was excluded from equal treatment. Suddenly yet smoothly a brown haired woman entered the establishment a eyebot floated gently behind her. If she was not noteworthy then the eyebot definitely was. She approached the old bartender, Rusty, and after a brief warm reception, the woman moved to the stage where the ragtag wasteland band played. 

The band stopped and she got on stage. That eyebot always floating over her right shoulder. She spoke with authority addressing the entire tavern, "Attention everyone! You may know me, you may not. I have been a regular in New Hope for the past year and a half. I need volunteers for an expedition south into the jungle wastes..."

"Your last two expeditions ended in failure." a ghoul interrupted.

The woman glared at the ghoul, "the first time I was not in charge. The second time we were ill equipped. This time I, Victoria Rose, swear it will be better. I have a plan to ensure our survival down south. I have located a defensible position down a ways that would be perfect base. I just need volunteers to help me take it and fortify it."