| response | - Suit yourself.
- Speaking of which, I got a lot of useful supplies here that need a home. Look at them. So lonely.
- Everyone comes into the Hill thinking they can pull one over on me. I'm thinking 150 caps is more than fair. Take it or leave it.
- Well, it's nice enough. Grew up with the caravans, so I feel right at home here.
- You know, Kessler's been looking for someone competent. If you're looking for more work, talk with her.
- Come back later, my stock's always changing.
- Don't you hear the deals calling you? "Buy me."
- Eh. It was a long shot.
- Everything is sold as is.
- Don't like how we have to pay Raiders protection money, but that's the cost of doing business in the middle of everywhere.
- {Happy} Finally, someone that can get things done. Here's your pay.
- Same old same old. Take a look for yourself.
- Take your time.
- Yeah, I have something. It ain't easy, though.
- You got the caps, I got the goods.
- You'll be back.
- You'll find something you like, everyone does.
- Your loss.
- {Impressed} Well, I'll be. Take this, then. You might want to talk with Kessler, by the by, she's looking for someone like you.
- Apparently, the northern road goes straight through an old military training yard that's just crawling with a "horde" of feral ghouls.
- No matter how many of them there are, they're scaring away caravans and customers alike.
- Caravaners just love swapping tall tales. But I've heard one story enough times there's got to be some truth to it.
- See something you like, buy it. My stock moves fast.
- Hate that we don't stand up to them, but what can we do? We're caravan folk, not an army.
- Yep. Surprised Mayor Kessler managed to pull that off, but she's convinced them that Bunker Hill is worth more alive than dead.
- Great. If you want to stock up first... You never know when one of my knick-knacks will keep you alive.
- And that's cutting into my bottom line. So you take care of that, and maybe I can throw a few caps your way.
- Who knows. The number keeps growing the more drinks the caravan hands down at the Weigh Station.
- All these great deals are sad. You see, you made them cry.
- You're worse than the caravan jockeys. I can probably scrape together 300 caps. I'm done negotiating.
- Yeah, you got it. Caravans come through here, I buy whatever they don't want, fix it up, and sell the good stuff to the next caravan.
- I'm tired of mercs blowing this off. Are ferals really that scary? Fine. Call it 175 caps.
- You may have to dig a little, but I got some choice stuff in there.
- But hey, no reason I can't sell to a drifter like you. Caps are caps.
- I sure would like to do business with someone like you.
- Clearing that road benefits everyone. I can probably get Kessler to chip in. Let's say, 225 caps?
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