"Harland," Vol started to say. "Burn that carriage down."
"I would advise against that," came a voice from inside the carriage, before Harland could get his response out. "There is a woman inside here that seems to be of particular value to you. Hearing her burn alive – I imagine that would leave a few of you quite scarred, no?"
He let his words hang in the air, before speaking again. "Or perhaps not. Indeed, perhaps not. This is something you raiders are quite prone to, isn't it? You're like rats. You'll feed on a family member as long as there's meat to them."
That declaration was followed by a long sigh. "By the way," he said. "I overheard your earlier conversation, and I would like to confirm something for you, given that you were so curious. Indeed, that was not the only carriage with a hidden storage chest. You've burned more than one girl alive, and she will have felt every second of it. The drug will have worn off by now, after all."
