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The interior of Mordecai's shack was furnitured in a very utilitarian manner. There were few things indie other than a simple wooden chair and a small table made of a plate of scrap metal were crammed into a corner. There were a few crates lying around, most of them with food in them.

Mordecai sat down on the chair and stroked his beard. "Never thought I'd see the Vanguard asking for my help," he said. "Figured they'd all but forgotten about me by this point. But here you are. Now, Avgust, convince me. I've been out here for fifteen years, and I managed just fine on my own. Why do you think I should come with you?"