[h2]Ranch House, Unknown Location[/h2]

The barrel of a gun is...actually a rather comfortable thing to see. These people are smart. Maybe this can work. Midas barely gives the gun a second glance, letting his eyes travel to its weilder. Afew years older than him, but cant be by much. He lets his eyes travel downward, examining the man from head to toe. Taking a long drag on his cigarette, before pulling it from his lips with blood coated fingers, letting the scent of smoke fill the doorway.
 
 "Im not dead, so obviously you are a thinkin' group. Good. Be surprised how many stupid bandits get slaughtered cuz' they didnt think." He sighs, tapping the ashes away with the flick of his thumb, before snuffing the butt out on the guns barrel. 
 
 "Your Fucking with the wrong ashlander if your trying to intimidate. Especially with that eh...stutter you got there.If i wanted trouble, you'd already have it. So lets be blunt. Im tired, im sore, and im sick of dealing with cocky ass raiders trying to get an easy kill. So im gonna sit off on the other side of the path there" he points directly across from the house, in plain view of, well, everything" and im gonna let myself heal. Put a gun on me if you really need to, I dont care. I just wanna ask, do you have any water? I need to get this shit off my hands..."