Raylan hums an interested note, eyebrows lifting with the sound as he settles on his hunches, eyes taking in Arthur's general everything.

"Yeah? You might be helpful in that area then. All I know is that they're bat shit crazy. Talkin' about the Darkwalker comin' to consume us all. I can't decide if their fanaticism is based in reality or their own twisted head. They started out as protestors against industry, apparently. No idea why they are the way they are now - the forest, mountains can do that to a man, but it takes time. Trauma. Both of which they got here, I guess."