Charon adjusted his coat for the ninth time. ''Omnibus Scientia''? More like Omnidork Scum. The jaded young medic made a gesture half of disgust, half of feigned pain. And he thought the scientists and tecnophytes of the old world were conceited. They had nothing on these guys. But it wasn't the day to let his actual feelings towards the faction arise. No, Charon was committed to [i]all[/i] of Kano. All of [i]mankind[/i] in general.

Perhaps he should've gone to the Forgotten instead. They had been hit pretty bad in a raid recently and probably needed his medical services. But well, these guys and the crazy Oracle child held some precious medical books as they were sitting atop the best libraries. 

He entered what he supposed to be an "audience hall" with keen gaze and firm steps, evaluating the room and the little girl who seemed the center of it all. Surrounded by guards. Some of them with only peachy fuzz.

"Well then... well met, I'm Charon. Half of Kano has heard of me I think. I suppose you're the one in charge of the faction, miss." He paused.

"I heard you have some good quality medical books lying around. If I could get some reads, that would be extremely helpful." The medic droned. "I can pay you with medical services. Those are rare nowadays." He replied the same sales pitch he did for all factions.

And then he remembered something, and patted his pockets. He had heard this rumour concerning this particular leader. About a secret weapon quite effective against her. He let out an "Aha!" cheer when he produced a (surprisingly) unexpired small plastic bag of chocolate chip cookies.
[i]Gotta thank those Coyote scavengers for paying my medical care with the stuff they found in the wrecked gas station.[/i] 

"Yeah, you can keep the bag of cookies too." He added nonchalantly.