"You mean, aside from the fact they're asking us to surrender all of our weapons and armor and travel to some remote, out-of-the-way village?" Longshot replies via Scomm. "Maybe it's too much time in the Wasteland, but I have the same feeling that something is off-kilter. I'm hoping that a review of the battle records will confirm or deny those feelings. In the meantime I think we should follow the plan, although I'd like it if we could keep our magical armor secret somehow."

Longshot drops his face-plate and takes a look around the area, checking to see if Wingfeather or some other creature is watching them. It wasn't entirely paranoia. There was a fair amount of curiosity to see if the car was waiting on them for any trips back to the 'bird.

"Your air support is always welcome, Star. Show them that if Sully couldn't stand up to you, a bunch of Corvids couldn't either."