Those footprints were definitely made by wooster boots! There's no faking that! I saw it myself! Along with wooster bags and satchels!
My eyes have been opened.
Just trust me. I know how to sneak my way there. Give me rations for seven days... No! Just three days! That'll work for me!
Your work is tough. The situation here is rather complicated.
No. Emergency supplies are reserved for the search and rescue teams. The SAR received updates from the injured and already found two people. All I have from you is a hunch.
Okay, you're just giving me the cold shoulder... You never really trusted me, did you?
Everyone worked real hard to scrape these resources together. I gotta be responsible for them.
Tsk. I knew it.
What's happening, Mr. Soth?
Ugh. Just when things are looking up, Dewey claims he's found more survivors. He's just coming up with an excuse to get more supplies.
Back when we were still in the cave, I heard he was always trying to find excuses to slack off. And he ain't too clean... Times were rough then, so we let him off because it was nothing serious. But now, I won't forgive anyone lying about matters of life and death.
Thank you for dutifully managing this outpost. To the business at hand. We're thinking about allocating key resources for the camp. I wonder if we can discuss transportation priorities with you.
Of course! Wonderful! I was about to ask you the same thing.
This might take a while.
Endmin, Dewey seemed a little off when he left just now. I'm a bit worried... Should we ... check on him a bit?