The Pair of Business ponies, once having taken everypony else's little 'sign ups', and gotten the over-all plan organized, stood up slightly, one giving a short whistle while the other one talked "Alright Everypony! we've got a good plenty of Escorts along now, there's a couple more than signed up yesterday or are watching the caravan right now, you'll meet them in the morning, just a couple of things to mention before we go off to finish setting everything up."

The other one chimed in there suddenly "The 'pay' for this job depends on how far you go, and of course increases compensatorially depending on the kinds of trouble we run into, we try to avoid it of course, but this is a big caravan, naturally pay for a bunch of raiders is nothing compared to, saaay, managing to slay one of those Alicorn monsters, good luck with that though... hrm!"

"But yes, we have 2 stops still intended for this Region, the first obviously being Ten-pony tower, being still in the same city... we won't be going inside as a group of course... Ever the uppity prissies, we'll need you all to guard the caravan with 'real' ammo anyway, that rubber bullet shit of theirs is just insulting."

"If you intend to depart there, you're free to go, the pay will likely be small then, though we'll also pick up a couple of extra guards waiting there for us to pass by."

"The next Stage is west junction, or rather, Junction w-2 to be specific, farther into western Equestria. It's quite a distance overall, though there will be a couple of times we'll stop to make camp along the way that will be fairly near to other settlements... It is recommended to stay with the Caravan, but you 'are' free to visit these places, any issues brought about are 'your' problem though, unless those problems come to you while you are staying with the caravan."

"Beyond that, it's a couple day trek to the Hoofington area, It's a notoriously dangerous place, so if you want to avoid it, you'd best stay in west junction when we leave... Once we reach the north eastern border settlement around Hoofington though, we'll be taking a break to plan the next route, do heavy trading, and so on... Keep in mind though, if you see a member of the Reapers there, and you will know them if you see them, Do 'not' cause trouble... Remarkably enough they are Raider's with brains, and enough skill to make other gangs afraid to fuck with them... we are not responsible if you get yourself killed for picking a fight."

"Now then, after we organize in the morning, a 'mall' forward payment of 100 caps will be supplied, you can use this to get ammo, food, medical supplies, or just keep it if you want."

"Each of our stops on the way will bring a payment with it, incase you decide to leave at that point... Keep in mind of course, as a guard, if you puss out and Hide like a scared little foal instead of helping defend the caravan during an incident, you're pay will be reduced and given to those who 'did' fight."

"we're not blind however, if it just happens to be a small conflict and there was just no time to participate, we'll understand."

"That said, we shall take our leave to handle other business, Recruitment is officially closed now, we have everypony recorded and you'll be expected around 10am... consider it a courtesy period incase you have a hangover... and one last thing."

Both of them Called out together "A ROUND OF BOOZE FOR EVERYONE!" creating racous Cheers while one tossed a small Bit Bag to the bartender, packed to it's limits, and then they both bolted out, followed by the 4 more 'standard' looking guards.

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Breaker pretty quietly stayed right where he was, ignoring the pile of splinters under his ass, it didn't seem any got through his armor, so it didn't matter... though he most certainly ordered a Fat Mug of Hard Cider in tandem with the Business pony's Announcement of a free round for all, and passed the time observing the adorable little pair that seemed like lover-birds in the making.

good thing the conversation wasn't exceeding private, or he might feel awkward listening in and even commenting, though he did delay that a bit when his mug arrived, taking big viking like gulp out of it before slamming it back down with a pleasant sigh, and chiming in suddenly "Heheh, hey, if you need some cover, you can always duck behind 'me' HAHAHAH! You can just call me Mr. Meat Shield... I get the feeling the funny unicorn over there with the guitar is going to do that anyway."

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Symphony of course, spent the whole explanation draining the Free bottle he'd covertly extorted the bartender out of, Leaving an empty one laid out on the table moments later... then did the most un-gentlemanly thing he'd done since he got in there... Unleashed an echoing Thunderous Belch the likes of which should make any earth pony proud! though with his fancy unique voice stuff, it actually bowled over a couple of the tipsier drunks at their tables, and after a long inhale and a sigh he called out "EXCUSE ME!!" before breaking down into giggles and leaning his chair back against the wall... he quite suddenly put off the appearance of being a light-weight in the booze department.

The even weirder moment though, came when seconds later he calmed and quieted down, straightening back up and leaning across his table to chime on the conversation taking place between Sound and Spark... probably those freaky bat pony ears that let him hear what was going on "You know what's more worrisome in the wasteland? the things that 'don't' crawl out of the darkness, that wait for you to come to 'them' so they can come at you when you're at your most vulnerable... oh sure, there's critters 'literally' hiding the darkness, feral ghouls, blood wings, oozes, but the truly terrifying things... are the ones that toy with you, try to mess with your mind and drive you madness, corruption, or just torment, the ones that try to pull the darkness within us all out to the surface... The second greatest weapon you can have against them is courage and willpower... The 'greatest' weapon though, is friends, others that will pull you're ass out of the fire and make sure those nasty little things don't drag you down with them."

After this un-invited 'speech' he returned to his previous cup of wild pegasus and downed what was left of it from earlier, produced a slight cough instead of a noisy belch, then hopped right back into yammering "You've also got to keep an open mind, see the good that might not be so out in the open... Take the Reapers for instance, yeah, the badasses the 'bosses' Mentioned not to fuck with in hoofington, there's one in town by the way, moving on. They are classified as a Raider gang, they are violent, rude, debaucherous, and will probably still kill you for looking at them cross-ways... But, they keep the peace around hoofington, amazingly enough... They are known for being the biggest baddest bastards in the western wasteland, but also for still qualifying as being 'barely sane', don't fuck with em, and the other gangs will generally not cause trouble... Seriously, they even trade and have treaties with several of the local factions... That's not to say their 'good ponies', but they're are a prime example of about the most 'good' you'll find in a gang of Raiders... lesser of several evils and all that, that and noponies been badass enough to replace them with someone nicer yet... 

Oh fuck I'm drunk, I never ramble like this unless I'm drunk or lecturing and I can't be lecturing about this, I just butted into the conversation totally uninvited, that's not a lecture... I should shut up now..." He proceeded to plop his muzzle chin first flat on the table and let out a strangely adorable drawn out squeaking sound.