Jerrick would cast a grateful look toward Eos as she destroyed the nest. He was surprised to see her use magic, but it wasn't his primary concern- One nest of the abominations that ruined his life was gone. Even if it meant little, that meant one less family would suffer the same fate. It was a victory to him. When he saw that Devos was carrying the remains of the beast, Jerrick knew the creature would need help carrying it, and had the perfect solution- Taking down an old 'welcome' banner in the ruined from the ruined city, he laid it down bare and (with help) pushed the creature on top of it. This way, it slid easier and didn't get caught half as much, making it easier for Devos. He looked towards Eos and laid a hand on her shoulder. He had no other words than two for her. "<b>Thank you."</b><br/><br/>As they walked, she made mention of a place- A New World, deeper into the states. The only thing deeper in that anyone knew about was death- some cities were covered in toxic smog emitted by some Vysts, there were raiders, warlords, fledgling nations trying to carve a living, and of course, the stronger variants of the Vysts. Not only that, but there was rumors that most people passed off as insanity- people in shiny metal armor, wielding weapons that shot light or melting plasma, straight out of an old Sci-fi comic. Most likely hysteria and drug-hazes, but weirder things had happened. If this new world existed, it wouldn't be without it's protection, but Jerrick had seen his people dwindle away every week since they lost their home- It was time to find a place to settle down once agai.<br/><br/>Stretching out his arm, in typical tribal greeting, he gripped her forearm and gave it a squeeze. "<b>IF your words speak truth, and such a place exists in this dark world, know that the Exiles of Port Nowhere will walk with you to create a home there." </b>He said. He was going to have to shell out a lot to prepare for an expedition like this, but it was the first solid lead he had since he traveled away from the camp as a Vanguard- He'd have to inform the other members of his discover, hopefully they'd link up with the others and form a proper expeditionary party, but for now it was only them.<br/><br/>They'd arrive back to G.G. Trading Post, the guards at the gate all stumbled back as they saw the beast they carried. Soon, the Trading Post was a round of applause- the creature had caused no end of grief for the Post, many good traders were lost by it's claws, so seeing it down improved the level of respect the two had, especially Eos. There were actually many that were offering stuff for the corpse for their own purposes. Jerrick would speak low to her. "<b>Let's not sell anything yet- We gotta get the Crococlaw to Castor before anything. "</b>He said. They saw the guard from earlier, the one that had insulted Eos, but instead of a berate, he would bow his head in respect, before stepping to the side. It appeared that killing this thing earned a few friends in Glowing Grounds.<br/><br/>It wouldn't last long, people have short memories, but it meant things were good for tonight.<br/><br/>They'd finally find the man they were looking for-<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2Fd9%2F5c%2Fb8%2Fd95cb847d83d1dec5c2d082c13c89c53.jpg&amp;hash=8856cc181584443be2603be6cd22f72a" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d9/5c/b8/d95cb847d83d1dec5c2d082c13c89c53.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Castor Stockwell</a>. He was with his wife,<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F736x%2F7e%2Fda%2F5a%2F7eda5a89591c2a606966b2680c57c6c7.jpg&amp;hash=eb8ec087b4bc8cbda7ac36b5f8d05e66" href="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/7e/da/5a/7eda5a89591c2a606966b2680c57c6c7.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Ura Strelok Glazkova</a>, along with a host of<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F44%2Fbc%2Fa5%2F44bca5ad643ee29dcc7e0bc2a07cdac3.jpg&amp;hash=56ca6e55106f2574d51a21dc82f10c2e" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/44/bc/a5/44bca5ad643ee29dcc7e0bc2a07cdac3.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">guards</a>. Castor would walk over towards the creature, a cigar in his mouth, as he would blow smoke in it's glossy eye, letting out a harrumph.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">"<b>You're going to be mounted on my fucking wall, so your kin can see what happens when you piss me off.</b>" He said in a thick Irish accent, before looking towards the two. "<b>I take it you brought this abomination down?"</b></span><br/><br/>"<b>Yes Mister Stockwell- My friend here brought the creature low and weakened it with repeated strikes and her friend. Managed to land the killing blow and took this things head clean off." </b>Jerrick said. "<b>Sorry to inform you, but the last outfit you sent out....they didn't make it."</b><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Castor would close his eyes, before letting out a sigh, and standing up straight. "<b>Then all the more reason to thank you.....I think I have an appropriate payment for you- I see you have a shotgun? Impressive work, but....well, allow me to offer you an upgrade." </b>He said, before opening a case and revealing his gift- A Franchi SPAS-12, fresh out of the factory. The work on it was clearly professional make, Jerrick himself couldn't do better without factory equipment. Passing it to him, Castor would speak up. "<b>Along with the original payment, take this- Semi-automatic and able to hold eight shells. Good strength."</b><br/>
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Castor would then turn towards Eos, before blinking lightly. He would hold up a <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2Fd7ictIM.jpg%3F1&amp;hash=292ec121bd952ef5c42c3b22299dbcd7" href="https://i.imgur.com/d7ictIM.jpg?1" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">lighter with a unique inscription</a>, before lighting it and watching the flame be drawn towards her. His eyes flashed with understanding. "<b>Ah.....I see..." </b>He said, clicking it close, before looking towards his wife. "<b>Ura?"</b><br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Ura would nod, before searching through her bag, and handing Eos a <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2Fee%2F2a%2Fbe%2Fee2abe3841777ae5105a8d374dad41bb.jpg&amp;hash=697524e0b4a397fecc5ed2cb090d9710" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ee/2a/be/ee2abe3841777ae5105a8d374dad41bb.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">belt of grenades</a> and a piece of thick blue paper. "<b>Thermite- strong chemical incendiary. Melt through metal and flesh easy. "</b>She said, before placing in her hand the paper. "<b>Make more with this- tells you how. Rare copy of blueprint from factory, you won't get anywhere else. Pre-Collapse." </b>She said. Instructions from before the world fell to shit?! That was beyond valuable. How Castor was able to tell that she was a magic-user was still to question, but it was evident that they meant no harm.</span><br/><br/>As the two took the head and went on their way, Jerrick would look towards Eos with amazement. "<b>They don't just give instructions on their weapon-making processes just like that- You must've impressed them. "</b>He said, letting out a sigh, before looking towards her with a grin. "<b>So- Ready to celebrate?<br/>
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