<div style="text-align: center">《 Clive and Owen 》<br/>
Location: Near #3, 4, 5<br/>
Addressing: Rebel <a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Traveler" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Traveler</a> , Rachel, Tobias <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>​</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%2FKWAI7J0.jpg&amp;hash=24f267a569553f436a9518c846ec2613" title="KWAI7J0.jpg">
<img alt="KWAI7J0.jpg" class="bbImage lazyload" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FKWAI7J0.jpg&amp;hash=24f267a569553f436a9518c846ec2613" data-url="https://i.imgur.com/KWAI7J0.jpg" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" style="" title="" width=""/>
<noscript><img alt="KWAI7J0.jpg" class="bbImage" data-url="https://i.imgur.com/KWAI7J0.jpg" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FKWAI7J0.jpg&amp;hash=24f267a569553f436a9518c846ec2613" style="" title="" width=""/></noscript>
</div>Clive didn't get much of an answer as to why they were cast out, just that it was fucked up. He could infer that on his own, especially with the way the man seemed to think he was just going to drop people off and go back to his life.<br/><br/>"Oh, so not a case of willful ignorance. You understand how it is out here," Clive put in with a nod when the man answered the woman's question in greater detail. Owen was surprised at the tone his brother had taken, but perhaps he had finally recollected who the woman was. Or perhaps he just wasn't particularly fond of the the tone the other man had taken. Irregardless, these people were barely what Owen would consider strangers, nor did they seem like bad individuals.<br/><br/>"Why didn't Abendblume reach out to any of the other settlements? To anyone.. Rather than turn these folks out with a blanket of protection that came with an expiration date?" Clive asked. It seemed sloppy and haphazard. They were all scattered and visibly upset. Emotions were high, nearly frantic as the man they'd seen earlier was reunited with 'Rachel'. Clive wondered if she'd shared her name when she'd stitched him up. The only reason he knew her name now was because the other had been shouting it.<br/><br/>Owen was relieved when Miles and the two others rejoined them, quiet as ever and with the young man from the trail in tow. His recollection wasn't off, but now he could look at him and see all the details that he missed.<br/><br/>"We're usually more discreet than this, but glad you found the backpack," Owen said pointing to the bookbag slung over the man's shoulder. "Hope we didn't freak you out."<br/><br/>Clive kept waiting to hear more shots but none came.<br/><br/>"We saw only a few people by the cabin, one of which is here now," Clive said, motioning to Rachel. "From my understanding there was around thirty cast out. That's the word that was used. No where near that number now. Where did the rest go?" Possible that the group of exiles turned on one another. Might have even been responsible for the shooting, but he hardly had all the information. Just what he could piece together.