With all due respect, sir, we don’t particularly want you here. We distribute enough payroll to our men as it is.

Everything. Everything’s wrong. Workers are getting skittish… haven’t had rain in a moment, and word from a courier tells me he’s seeing a bunch of raiders camped out by old man Martin’s ranch up north. Would you know anything about that?

(Threatening) Watch it… have no clue what you’re treading on…