As you approach Joshua Graham you spot him sitting on a rock, grasping his M1911. He inspects his weapon before reloading it, once done with that he looks up at you. “You’re back. I’m ready to head out when you are, Courier. I hope this journey won’t be too troublesome…” He takes a moment before standing up, gazing at the sunrise momentarily before focusing back on you. “Not many take kindly to wanderers, especially one so unpredictable such as yourself. Anyways, lead the way.”