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TALIESIN: We’re not.
ASHLY: Was I supposed to be scared?
SAM: Oh, I should take off the mask. It’s more
scary that way. (growl)
ASHLY: Ah! Okay, yeah, that works.
MARISHA: Molly doesn’t speak for me. I feel like I
can hold my own pretty well.
LIAM: Yeah, she’s all right.
MARISHA: I might actually be the only tough one
here. Shit.
ASHLY: That’s not great to hear. Okay. How much do
these people mean to you?
MARISHA: Well, they’re the only people I’ve had in
my life since my father, so. Parents.
TALIESIN: We don’t leave people behind, and that’s
the deal.
ASHLY: All right. What are your names?
MARISHA: Plus, we had to go up there anyway.
ASHLY: So it’s Molly–
TALIESIN: Molly, pleasure.
ASHLY: What’s the creepy little one?
SAM: (stuttering) Jeff.
TALIESIN: Nott.
ASHLY: Thank you, Molly.
SAM: It’s Nott.
ASHLY: You’re going to be a fucking piece of work.
What’s your name?
MARISHA: Beau.
ASHLY: Beau. And Bush Man?
LIAM: Ah, I like that.
ASHLY: All right, Bush Man. Okay.
LIAM: My name is Caleb, but you could still call
me Bush Man.
ASHLY: Do you prefer Bush Man?
LIAM: Well, let’s think about it.
SAM: Herr Bush. Why don’t you come back to our
camp?
ASHLY: Ain’t I at your camp?
TALIESIN: We are at the camp right now.
SAM: No, aren’t we in the road? Oh, did we come
back?
LIAM: Yeah.
MATT: Walked over as you poured the drink.
SAM: Oh, okay. Cool.
TALIESIN: I’m going to nervously pack while this
is going on.
LIAM: Yeah, I’m scooping up the haversack.
ASHLY: So here’s the deal. Shadycreek Run is full
of a bunch of shitty lowlifes. They’re all
murderers. They’re all pieces of shit. The people
that took your friends are the biggest pieces of
shit in the entire place.
MARISHA: That’s nice.
SAM: Who are they?
ASHLY: They’re called the Iron Shepherds. Slavers.
Murderers. Basic pieces of shit. They’re very good
at what they do. They are the scariest, most