Dirge kept up his odd smile up until the point he heard a rough voice that was not unlike his own rumble from behind the small group. Moving his goggle covered gave Dirge spotted the mound of a person that was the source of the rocky voice in question. It took about half second for the less than bright Mutant to recognize his own kind that was standing in front of him, though a bit longer to figure out what exactly what the new Mutant was saying. Dirge didn't really know how to feel about the mutant, all of his experiences with his own kind either ended with them attacking him or ignoring him all together. But nonetheless he approached the mutant, standing a good head or two above him, and offered him his large bulky hand. "Hello just Grant. Me Dirge." He said dawning his bizarre grin.
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Once everything was said and done and the group started to go their separate ways Dirge felt rather lost, he didn't know what to do to pass the time until morning. So like a stray dog the mountain of a mutant set out and aimlessly walked the streets of Hub and just like a stray the people of the town offered him glares of both hate and fear. He wandered the town, offering his stomach turning smile to those he passed who responded with either a fear induced hello or a sneer of disgust, as the blazing sun finally set and the slightly cooler night air came over the town. Dirge found a rather large rock that was just on the outskirts of the town and fell with a loud thud to his rear before leaning against the almost bolder. He unstrapped his club from his back and set it to his side with a loud clang. Dirge then removed his hood before leaning his massive head back onto the rock. It was only a few moments before the loud buzz saw like snores started to escape from Dirge's ajar maw.
----the next morning----
Dirge awoke with a trail of partly dried spit flowing from his mouth and down his chin. The massive mutant let out a loud groan before he standing to his feet, letting out the sounds of a series of stiff joints cracking. With a stretch that sent out another series of gut retching cracks Dirge leaned down and reclaimed his club and strapped it to his back. He had no clue of what time it was but he knew that he was told to go back to the bar in the morning so that was exactly what he was going to do. So he pulled his hood back over his giant head and set off back through the town towards the bar, letting out a few Radroach scented yawns.

Dirge reached the bar and was just about to head in when he spotted the man from yesterday and a woman sitting on a rock near by. He grew his yellow smile and began to lumber towards them. "Good morning Jackford Radson." He said looking to the man before looking over to the woman near by. "Good morning pretty lady. Me Dirge." He said offering her his massive hand to shake.