"Hmm... I'm sorry, Panam Palmer, your idea won't get everyone's approval."
Unexpectedly, Panam Palmer's proposal was rejected by Mitch.
He shook his head, highly skeptical of Panam Palmer's idea.
"Saul told us not to leave the camp and not to cause trouble, Panam Palmer, you know this."
"Saul, Saul! Is there no end to it? Not everything Saul says is right. Why listen to him and not me?"
It was no news that the young Panam Palmer and the tribe's leader, Saul, did not get along.
Panam Palmer had left the tribe previously because of her conflict with Saul.
The radical Panam Palmer was very dissatisfied with Saul's conservative policies.
He would rather let the entire tribe stay in this desert, relying on fixing wind turbines for corporations, than face reality.
"Yes, you are right, but no matter what, he is the leader of the tribe."
"And you know that everyone came here because they were tired of fighting and killing. Have you forgotten?"
"Say whatever you want. When the Wraiths come knocking, that's when you'll regret it!"
Panam Palmer, whose suggestion had been rejected, was furious.
She slammed the table, stood up, and left without looking back.
"Hey, Panam Palmer, where are you going?"
Even though Scorpion called out, it didn't make Panam Palmer turn around.
"Ugh... I knew it would be like this again."
Mitch covered his forehead in annoyance, unsure what to say for a moment.
Panam Palmer was an energetic and daring young Nomad.
But she was still immature.
She flipped the table whenever things didn't go her way.
This left Mitch, the older veteran who had high hopes for her, helpless at times.
"Hey, Mitsuhide, go catch up with Panam Palmer. Don't let her do anything foolish."
Just then, Scorpion spoke up, calling out to Mitsuhide, who was sitting in his chair watching the drama unfold.
Huh?
Why me?
Mitsuhide, sitting there, didn't know why he was caught in the crossfire.
Logically, since you two are family, shouldn't you be the ones to persuade her?
"You are Panam Palmer's only friend outside the tribe. Maybe she will listen to you. She's tired of hearing us two old guys talk."
"Go persuade her. Don't let her do something stupid later."
Hearing them say this, Mitsuhide felt speechless.
Wow, you really think highly of me.
I don't have Talk-No-Jutsu; what can I possibly say to persuade Panam Palmer?
Although he thought this, Mitsuhide felt too awkward not to go.
After all, he had just received the tribe's armor maintenance service; it would be a bit unreasonable not to help them with such a small favor now.
"Alright, alright, I'll go."
Mitsuhide resignedly pushed off the table and stood up, heading in the direction Panam Palmer had left... He never expected that a trip to the Aldecaldo Camp would require him to act as a psychological mediator for an angry young woman.
They really thought too highly of him.
It might not be apparent in the game, but in this reality, the Aldecaldos tribe was quite large.
There were people and vehicles everywhere, or tents and corrugated iron shacks.
His eyes were getting dizzy, and he still hadn't found Panam Palmer. Mitsuhide felt a bit troubled.
If only he had known, he should have added a scent tracking function to his Chassis. What a pity.
Just as Mitsuhide was wandering around the camp, looking everywhere like a shy gourd, a voice called out to him.
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