The snipers are dead. We need water. I can at least talk to these new occupants. They are kind. We will reward them. Few have been kind to us. The town finally belongs to us. They intend to be our masters. We shall see how that develops.
One of them is severely wounded. He shall be sent to the Lair. The supplies they have brought will benefit this settlement greatly. I might even promote Mallard unless he decides to do something stupid. Those apples sure are delicious. I will have to decide how to proceed once I speak to Homer.
Could it be? They encountered a man out there, and I heard a rumor about apples. I shall find out for myself.