The man at the gate was understandably a bit dumbstruck. A robot like that wasn't an uncommon sight, but they were usually half buried in junk. To see one walking around would have been an odd, even alarming sight for someone up North, let alone an isolated place like Copper Town.<br/><br/>The man peered behind him, sighting Randal's Coach, which seemed to be followed by dark clouds. The sky at the horizon was already beginning to hiss bolts of green.<br/><br/>"Mate!" from above the wall, up in a raised crows nest-style look out, was a tanned man with a broad hat. Square jawed, with a light stubble, he wore only a vest of some animals skin on his bronze chest, a rifle gripped in his hands. Some long pole, made of dark metal, looking like a spear with a small Slurry motor near the handle area, was strapped to his back. Both the rifle and the spear looked of much better quality then the guards slug-throwers.<br/><br/>"How the bloody hell you get her up and walkin'?!" he seemed positively thrilled at the sight, but one look toward the sky and he adopted a much brisker demeanor, grabbing a handle on the edge of the crows nest and vaulting over the side. The wire mesh rope allowed him to rapple down to ground level.<br/><br/>"Never mind, Spurs on her way, and we got a bus load right behind ya. Head on inside, we gotta lock up if that thing comes too close, alright? In with ya" he waved him inside, looking toward the bus that had just pulled up a few feet away, then back at the sky, not waiting for Klaus to respond before rushing off to help unload the bus' cargo.<br/><br/>"Well, come on you lot! Ya want this outside when she hits?" he had waved three other men over, the gate guard and two civilians. It was a good guess he was the Sheriff. He certainly seemed to know what he was doing, and with equipment like that, and his reaction to Klaus' robot, the man had likely spent some time exploring.<br/><br/>"Inside, all of ya's, those with Merchant Badges, verify 'em inside, come on, move ya asses!"<br/><br/>