The Quartermaster exchanges a brief handshake with Lego and packs up the portable mint, handing the weapons merchant a business card. "Good to be in business with you. We may have a few contracts for men of your caliber in future." After the Crusaders exit, their APC starts up with a roar and pulls away. The troops manning its external guns seem watchful, almost nervous, if such words could be applied to troops on the level of the Wandering Crusaders. It's like they're waiting for something.