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- Now that doesn't mean a Bunker Hill Boy doesn't know how to sling a gun, but why waste the bullets if you can buy your way out of trouble for less?
- {Bitter - the no offense is said to a customer} All I do here is help crusty old caravan hands, no offense, go blind off rotgut.
- Sleep lightly, the raiders don't always play by the rules.
- I prefer the term "flophouse," but don't tell my pa that. Gets him mad.
- {Defensive, then getting a little heated} It's not that. The Railroad is the only one standing up to the Institute.
- Bunker Hill is one big "money makes the world go 'round" kind of place. Raider problem? Pay 'em off. Supply problem? Buy more, charge more.
- Need a place to stay? Grab it before someone else does.
- {Grousing} I'm half-tempted to join the Railroad. With all this shit.
- Another day on the Hill.
- Any vermin you find is yours. No extra charge.
- {A little uncertain - they are scary / Defiant} Synthetic people made by the Institute. Looks so human you can't tell them from us.
- {Defiant} At least the Railroad's fighting the Institute. And why not save synths?
- Fine place to sleep right here. Reasonable rate.
- Hey, did you want that room or not?
- Finally my dead can stop belly-aching about great-grandpappy. Thanks. Need a room?
- It's first come for the room.
- Might want to hit pa for a drink before you go.
- Need a roof over your head? Only place in town.
- No caps, no room.
- No extra charge for the dog.
- No gunfire after midnight. House rules.
- Pa won't allow me to barter for the room.
- So, did you want one?
- Stockton snores. You've been warned.
- That room goes fast.
- Eh. Someone will grab the room. Someone always does.
- {A little angry} I don't know. People got to do something, Dad.
- {Compassionate / Sad} Ah, Gary. He is, well was, one of Cricket's hired guns. He hits the roads and comes back to find his wife missing.
- {Defiant} I'm not alone in this, Dad.
- {Making points - punch "kidnapped" and "wiped out" - feels strongly} So Gary's wife's... kidnapped. That settlement Lucas Miller was talking about... wiped out.
- Dad, you're not going to send him on that same wild goose chase?
- {Admiration / Defiant} They're freedom fighters. Willing to risk their lives for synths.
- {Trying to sound certain himself / Irritated} If you can't tell who's a synth or not, they can't be all that bad.
- {Admiration / Defiant} And that means they fight the Institute. Only ones that do.
- It's all they know. Caravan folk are money folk. And all the people who settled here retired from the caravans.
- {Uncertain, trying not to sound that way / Worried} You don't know that.
- {Indignant / Irritated} And how do you know that? Have you ever met one?
- You won't get a better deal. This is the only flophouse in town.
- Hey, weren't we talking about you renting a room? You need one?
- When caravans pull into town, they need a place to sleep, so we rent out all the beds we can.
- You need caps hit up dad or Deb. They'll buy whatever salvage you're carrying.
- All of 'em. They kind of own the whole town, but money still has to change hands, so they know which caravan owes what.
- Having great-grandpappy's hat back. Who'd of thought I'd give a damn?
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