<div style="text-align: center">《 Clive and Owen 》<br/>
Location: Near #3, 4, 5<br/>
Addressing: Rebel, Rachel <a class="username" data-user-id="10174" data-username="tobacco camille" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/10174/">tobacco camille</a> <a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Traveler" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Traveler</a>​</div><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--right lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FAn5UEIi.jpg&amp;hash=2081ad260f7a510819640a98a0c9dc8a" title="An5UEIi.jpg">
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</div>"And you thought KOA safe?" Clive asked skeptically, leveling Rebel with a hard stare. Sure, for some, it was safe. For these folks, he doubted it. A women pretty like that, cast out. He'd seen one other, as well. Not too much defense between them, and Clive had to wonder what this man thought was going to become of them. KOA was a pitstop for many, most being armed men. It was generally known if you brought pretty women along, you'd better have the means to protect them. It was why they didn't do dropoffs with Sheila that kept them at any of the pitstop locations overnight. Temptation was a very real thing when it came to the male appetite.<br/><br/>"We wanted to see if there was anyone we knew. We've dropped building material off at Abendblume a few times. Helped construct the fences. Might have brushed shoulders with any number of you," Owen answered, not adopting the serious tone his brother had.<br/><br/>"I would not go around telling people that your protection is temporary," Clive advised, thinking the man a little dense about the realities of things outside of the fences they'd helped to build.<br/><br/>"How do you think information gets out? Abendblume obviously had a leaky pipe somewhere. Word travels amongst the folks that live out here and have an understanding with one another," he answered. He didn't know how Miles and the Wilson brother's knew, but that was his guess. He didn't mention anyone by name. "What wasn't really specified was why Hale would cast his people out." Valuable people like the woman who had stitched him up. He could tell she had been crying. It was evidenced by puffiness under her bloodshot eyes and the streaks of mascara down her feminine face.<br/><br/>"Something tells me they weren't eager for a simple change of scenery." Clive looked over to his brother. "She's trying to find someone. You think she's looking for the guy that picked up the supplies we left?" Owen had a better knack for details and faces.<br/><br/>"Oh!" Owen recollected, "Square jaw. Dark hair. Looked pretty tall. He was picking around the forest floor when he went past. He was alone, as far as we could tell. We left the backpack in the middle of the trail for him to find on the way back, but then we heard shots. I'm not sure which way he went from there. I hope that helps." He was frowning, wishing he had more information for her. Unfortunately it was dark and difficult to see precise details.