I stopped my walk, and turned to the visitors. I had pretty much ignored them. Don't know why, but that shoulder-tapping bat-cat got my attention. "Yeah? Hm?"

First off, that nice neo-fantasy girl asked me if we had any bullets for her. "Nyx, 'eh? Never heard of a name like that." Of course I suspected it wasn't her actual name. I've never heard of such a name. Was the world already changing in the time I spent living here? "Well, we've got several armouries locked up around our community. I don't expect giving you weapons though, unless you've got stuff to trade." I kept looking around as if I was paranoid, interrupting myself at times while I kept a look out for bandits. "We can definitely spare some bullets. Not too many, but enough to fill your pockets like pennies."

As I scratched my scaly snout, I was disturbed to hear a noise in my head. "Who's there?" I hissed, quickly unholstering my rifle as I began looking around with my rifle in my hands. "Come on out. I'll let you walk outta here." I said, turning with my rifle in front of me. It struck me ten seconds later that it came from a cat... it turns out she wandered around with the group. "Ah. Sorry. I'm not used to having a radio in my head." I figured those messages came from him, since he looked tense. Well, I had to assume it was a he.

"Again, welcome to Swells. Stay close if you wanna live." And so, I continued forwards, not letting go of my rifle.