[color=a0410d][i][b]Adam 'Trails' Wilford[/b][/i][/color]

 Adam nodded to Rook and looked over at the woman that began speaking to him, “Uh…apparently, we’ve got a nest of rodents nearby, and Steve decided to ruthlessly murder their messenger-boy.” She shrugged. “Nothing out of the ordinary.” and Adam frowned as the man named Steve was suggesting playing dress up with those bodies. "That's a dumb idea, hoss. They sit near our walls and they start looking at the bullet wounds, it wouldn't take a rocket scientist to put two and two together who's killing their boys." He kept silent on how he figured what'd happen and Steve spoke as he bent down, picking up a rifle by the raider's corpse,“With any luck they will blame each other for the attack and whilst they are busy getting revenge we can finish off the town wall.” Adam snorted, "Yeah, if they're drugged up rape fiend raiders. But if they're a band worth their salt, they're going to start sniffing around. Steve continued on, “Should also build some traps and turrets to guard us and any blinds pots we have until the wall is finished and then once built save us from having to man all of the wall 24-7." Adam nodded, "Yeah. That's one side. Take a look around you, we're surrounded on three sides by water. We'll still need foot patrols along the coastlines. Then there's the gate into town, that'll need siege reinforcements. Too many good towns have fallen overlooking the importance of a strong gate. Maybe weld sheet metal or weld some steel together and make something like those ancient castles. And a slit in the door that can be opened to look through when need be if there's no one on the wall."

Adam shook his head, upset all this fuss was over some dead wasteland raider. He turned to leave, accidentally bumped into the woman from earlier, "Er, sorry, Miss." After a few moments of her studying him up and down, she stepped forward and offered her hand, “Lorelei. Lorelei Jones.”. Adam nodded, "Right. Nice to meet you, Miss Jones. I'm Adam. You ever need anything, give me a holler. I own the white fishing boat, ain't a hard place to miss, kid." He walked on up the road, giving her a firm pat on the back like a comrade in arms as he passed. He felt a little bad coming off as dismissive, but his mind was preoccupied with worry, wondering if that guy Steve hadn't sparked a war with these Raiders.