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</div><br/><div style="text-align: center">《 Charles 》<br/>
Location: Dryden<br/>
Addressing: Sou <a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Traveler" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Traveler</a> Carla @Flan​</div><br/>A casualty of something going on at Abendblume. Truthfully, Charles didn't want to know or to be involved. Not with that community anyway, but turning someone out in need wasn't his style either. Neither was it Bec's.<br/><br/>"She's here somewhere," Charles answered, waving the men to get the gates open. "Stay for a little hospitality one way or another." He'd extend it to the stranger just the same, even if he didn't know the full situation. The woman was in rough shape. Carla wouldn't vouch for her, but she'd claimed to be a good person. She was clearly suffering, but adamant.<br/><br/>"Calm down. We won't just leave you out here," Charles assured. "There are no priests here, but if you need to talk to god, I'm sure he will listen all the same." They were a mix of various religions and backgrounds. They had a place they considered a house of religion and spirituality, but people practiced whatever they wanted.<br/><br/>"What is all over you?" Charles wondered, thinking at first it was drawn on. Perhaps an allergic reaction? Her skin was inflamed and irritated. "We should get you somewhere that you can wash that off first, if it's ailing you. Looks more like you need to have a chat with a medic rather than god." He offered his arm for support but didn't try to touch her. He couldn't find a spot on her that wasn't enflamed, bruised, or covered in blood.