I didn't really feel like talking after all of that. I was nearly run over by a giant mole, for Christ's sake. But it would be rude if I didn't talk to these strangers. So, I held my rifle in one hand, figuring I still needed to keep some sort of order so that they wouldn't pick my corpse clean.

With a big voice, I proclaimed the following words: "My name is Miles Hall, and welcome to Swells." More like a deep, relaxed voice voice if anything. Bit of a juxtaposition since my heart was still pumping hard. "A small town with a big heart... of guns. Say, what have you people have gotten yourself into? You're all dusty and look like you've been travelin' through a sandstorm just now." I figured they were probably just covered in dust from running, but they did also have a bit of blood on them too... and, it didn't look like the mole died on them. "Argh. Just follow me back to town. I got a pipe to fix, otherwise we can't send over some crops to the local clan." Assuming they were indeed following me, I was walking slowly back to the town of Swells, passing old broken buildings that were built on square foundations and holding my gun with both hands - you can never be too careful if you don't know if you've finished the last of those bandits. "Watch them bandits. They'll try to claw your eyes out, and they're a lot more jumpy since we cleared most of them." No kidding. Earl got his eyes scooped out twice, although the creepy bit was that they grew back.