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[The Drifter found something. They found something cool. Their traveling companions were not, evidently, too interested in dealing with the ancient weaponry found in the old ruined buildings - but the Drifter very much is.]

[So now they have ten very old firearms between the three of them. Pieces of another civilization's history that's also a weapon? This is Christmas.]

FOUND

10 GUNS
VERY OLD
NO AMMUNITION
MAY BE POSSIBLE TO RESTORE

[Who's interested?]

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you're asking to blow your own head off

no

[They know what they're doing! Old weapons are their specialty.]

well you're nothing if not to the point

i wouldn't trust anything older than i am

[ Tex doesn't mention that she's only 5, here. ]

not difficult to repair
not difficult to fire
many drifters restore old weapons

they do, huh

why are you asking for help, then

to share

[What are they gonna do with ten guns, huh?]

how generous

you can blow 9 of your friends' heads off too

allies don't hurt each other

[Don't even JOKE.]

sure, they might not mean to

so little faith

[In them, in their allies, in the whole conceit - it doesn't matter what they're referring to in specificity.]

i call it the way i see it

check eyesight

seriously?

[ Why is she always around these kinds of dorks? ]

yes

no

[ Tex, you can't argue just to argue. ]

don't want any
don't take any

[Simple as that!]

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