*gets slightly annoyed*
Can I have some of that whiskey Ashur?
*drinks*
Well, for one thing the raiders prevent us from doing just that. And our milita is overwhelmed by the many new recruits, Moriarity's black market and some guy trying to take over the caverns where we've been building more homes.
Also, as I said, We've run out of building materials. The domiciles we have secured have either been torn down just for that purpose or have people living in them.
And I'm sorry for my earlier rudeness. I was sober at the time.
Ashur
"Our hosts brought it to me", Ashur replied as he pointed at the orderly. "If you ask, I'm sure they would bring you some."
Ashur listened as the man, by the placard in front of him the representative for Megaton, mentioned having problems with new building materials.
"We could help with that", Ashur said. "My factories can supply concrete and rebar in whatever quantities you are prepared to haul away. Another alternative would be to purchase a brick kiln. We can provide all the machinery for a brick kiln capable of producing five-thousand bricks a month, yet can be carried by two moderate sized caravans."
Colonel Augustus Autumn- Enclave of the United States
*Autumn stares as the impressive figure of Ismael Ashur enters the room, clearly impressed with this individual who comes from the irradiated hell-hole that is the ruins of Pittsburgh*
Welcome Lord Ashur, I have heard much concerning your work in Pittsburg as of late. I trust everything is to your liking here?
"Indeed it is, Colonel", Ashur said as he held up his glass. "The Pitt...or Pittsburgh as you know it, is a harsh place, but in her Mills and factories the future of the people of Pennsylvania, and elsewhere, will be forged. We are using what the Old World left behind to build the tools we need to build a New one."
*Miriam turned to Lord Ashur who recently arrived. You must be the leader of the Pitt. "I traveled through there when i was 21. I was charting locations and finding pre war books and knowledge. I saw those............things, deformed and mutated. I remember escaping from them and firing on them. Maybe the Abbey can help, i can send my doctors to find a cure for those things. Can we also set up a outpost there to help the people there. What do you call those.......things"?
"We call them Troglodytes, or 'Trogs' for short, Sister", Ashur replied to the delegate from the Abbey of the Road.
He had known for years that parts of the pre-war Catholic hierarchy had survived the war but aside from the occasional missionary that his men or someone else picked up and brought in as a potential worker, he had little contact with them. He ordered their immediate release whenever they turned up...the last thing he needed was a martyr. He calcuated that as long as he didn't actively persecute them they would be little threat to his rule....and actually might be of use.
"Helping my wife and I find a cure for TDC would go a long way to help my people", Ashur replied. "As far as allowing missionaries to live and operate freely in my Realm, they may do so with my blessing...so long as your Order follows the example set by the Lord and heeds http://www.vatican.va/archive/ENG0839/__PWE.HTM. "
OOC - He means the parable in Mark 12: 13-17.....Sister Godwinson would undoubtedly know those verses well.