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</div><br/><div style="text-align: center">《 Charles 》<br/>
Location: Dryden<br/>
Addressing: Carla <a class="username" data-user-id="288" data-username="Flannel King" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/288/">Flannel King</a> Sou <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/>Charles was up early, enjoying the peace and quiet the community afforded him. They were spread out, not filed on top of one another like most places. They kept quiet enough that what they did attract was easily picked off. So long as they didn't make waves, they were as safe as anyone could be considering the state of the world. Peaceful, they looked after their own and tended the orchards to nurse them back from a sickness that had taken root like a plague with no one around to combat it. He had worked for the FDA to test and help identify infectious pathogens in affected crops. He'd never tried to combat it before. That was always up to the farmers, and he would only come out to retest, but it had certainly been in their better interest to band together to sort it now. Now, their harvests were plentiful and thriving, thanks to a cumulative effort.<br/><br/>He spun around at a familiar whistle, then moved down from his lookout point. He greeted Carla like an old friend, though her visit had been unexpected. Rookie reached him first, pressing his head against his thigh and Charles gave him several hearty strokes down the line of his body and a pat to the shoulder. He was a tall, able bodied man with a friendly smile.<br/><br/>"Surprised to see you out this way," Charles greeted with a raised hand. His voice was smoky and deep. Last he'd heard, Carla was trying to get a growing season going for Abendblume. Bec had decided to end their partnership, which in Charles' mind, was not a bad thing. It meant they could start canning their own goods and preserving for when hard times hit for their own people. His brows furrowed together at noticing Carla had brought company.<br/><br/>"Who is that? She looks unwell," he commented, worry starting to nag at him regarding the circumstances of Carla's unexpected visit.