Player - *Greets NPC* Harry - "Halt human! Judging from the lack of plasma being flung my way, I doubt you're with the Brotherhood. I suggest you turn back. This is super mutant territory and my brethren don't take too kindly to your kind. Our "great" leader has spoken that we should shoot on sight. Don't worry, us three know he's a fraud. We'll let you through if you insist but we can't guarantee your safety. I just thought I'd let you know. I'm tired of all the blood being spilled.”"

Player - “I don't need your warning. I can handle myself.” Harry - “I suppose it's your life. We won't stop you. You should really leave while you can. Nothing good can come from this place. The bones of the old world are best left undisturbed. Exactly why we're leaving here as soon as we have the supplies. I've tried to convince some of the other mutants who used to be under my command to leave with me but I've had no such luck. Is there anything else we can do for you or are you desperate to continue on this crusade of yours?”

Player - "Why did you and the rest of the super mutants come here?” Harry - "“We were promised safety. That goes a long way in the Wasteland especially for our kind. Life as a super mutant isn't easy. I can't speak for everyone but I personally bounced around a few human towns and all I've found is hatred. Truth is that people don't forget wars like the one we had. Mutants are looked upon with suspicion at the best of times. The worst of times? Well, I've taken my fair share of bullets from a varmint rifle. Tickles but I didn't appreciate the sentiment. Our leader promised to get us away from that but all I'm seeing is an upgrade in the weaponry that I'm being shot with."