Harrison "Bones" Avery adjusts his fedora upon his head, with one hand while taking a swig from a small metal flask of bourbon. He glances at the lean South American fighting machine known as Pingo.
"I think Pingo and I may be one mind about this, but I could be wrong." he says, "Pingo and I have long ties with this tribe. These are GOOD people. They may be naked, and uncivilized, but I think we could do them some good. This is a human life, and at the very least some closure for these generous people... Besides... I owe the Chief a favor."