A few minutes later a blocky-looking beast of a vehicle comes driving down an access road. It looks like it is entirely too tall and narrow to be stable, until you notice that a great deal of the body at the height of the wheels and lower comes to two sharp points. It takes a ninety degree turn at speed when you fully expect to see it flipping on to its side.
When it comes to a stop in front of you, you can tell it is heavily armored, aside from several jagged, watermelon sized holes in the body. I heavy looking door swings open and a child, not more than a severely malnourished twelve, comes climbing down.
"Ahmjay, I want you to take these people to [translation for Snow: Widow's Rapist Cove], come and get their bags."