"Raiders, you say?" He asked the old pony. The bag next to him was rapidly filling up with supplies as his quick hooves went to work, making sure he not only packed the necessities like ammo and water, but also the generous amounts of food the villagers were gladly forking over. "It can't be that bad, I've dealt with plenty of the scum in my time. They're nothing but cockroaches." Despite his re-assurance, half of the villagers still looked dead inside, shaking uncontrollably. He let out a brief sigh, fluffing up his mane and grabbing the saddlebag with his wing to place it carefully on his back. It was heavy, but he didn't know exactly what he was up against, so it would be important.
He gave the entire village a second glance. It wasn't in bad shape by any means, but it had clearly felt some raider presence. It wasn't big either, just a few makeshift shelters and stalls, but it seemed like it was the same group of raiders that he'd already come across multiple times before. This was no small group. Or at least not the usual dumb one. He brought out his map, scanning over the different areas he'd marked out. Well with any luck, they'll be around there...somewhere. He circled his hoof around the mountains nearby, praying to Celestia he was correct otherwise it was yet another week of hiking around with little to no results. But still determined, he placed his map back in his bags and began the steady journey onwards, his eyes firmly set on the horizon and the mountains that decorated it.