Chadrick had finally found the nut he was searching for, just the right size to replace the one that secured and bolstered Barkimede's leg. It was about this time that Wilhelm answered his query. "[color=f26522]I find it fascinating that everyone simply stumbled upon this place simultaneously.[/color]" Chadrick was replacing his tools when he noticed that Mordred's body seemed to sigh with some internal conflict. He hoped he had not happened upon a bigot. However, if he had it would not be the first time. As he had lived a long time, he was very well traveled; it was apparent to him that bigots were common among those who had never in fact seen a ghoul who was non-feral. 

	Robert and the apparent leader of the group, the one whom Mordred referred to as Phoenix in combat, strolled from the terminal room. She looked quite displeased, perhaps she had not retrieved what she had come for, or perhaps the large man whom she was conversing with was irritating her. After they emerged, Robert gave his compliment which thoroughly pleased Chadrick. It seemed sincere. He liked sincere compliments. 

	"[color=f26522]I too don't care as much for caps or loot, however I could use some money for supplies and food I suppose. I would greatly appreciate the companionship and accompanying adventure... Just as long as you don't mind one more coming along. Don't be alarmed, friends, he would be here already, but I worry for him in combat.[/color]" With that being said, Chadrick turned towards the door and whistled a few precise pitches to signal Barkimedes. As the cyberdog ascended the stairs, Chadrick crouched down and held out one hand to receive the dog while holding up his other hand to caution the fellow travelers in the room not to shoot.

	Bark crept slowly into the room and sat in front of Chadrick, who scratched under his chin affectionately. Chadrick turned to the group. "[color=f26522]This here is my traveling companion, Barkimedes! Say hello, Bark,[/color]" Chadrick commanded. The dog sat, let out a quiet woof, then proceeded to lay down. "[color=f26522]And this-[/color]" Chadrick held up the nut, "[color=f26522]is why I stumbled upon this place,[/color]" he finished. He then examined Bark's hind leg and went about replacing the missing nut. 

	'Okay,' Chadrick thought, 'I think it's time.' "[color=f26522]Lastly, friends. Don't be alarmed, but I am a ghoul.[/color]" He hesitated, scanning the group's reactions, then proceeded to remove his helmet. As his helmet was off, his face was revealed. Along the back of his head were wraps of gauze and cloths that had likely not been replaced for some time. This was to cover the greatest extent of his hideous scarred tissue. His face was surprisingly not as vehemently ugly as most ghouls', however it was not untouched. Mostly, the scarred tissue was on his back and his left side, leaving his face looking similar to a prewar villain named [i]Twoface[/i], however not as cleanly divided. He braced himself for the worst and hoped his charm was enough to soften the impact of his reveal. Barkimedes whined quietly.