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"Yes. Yes, of course. Our leader is going to want to speak with you, but the good news is that we have stables and a pasture for your four legged friend here. Sweet feed and hay too, should he need it. Though I'd go easy - we haven't made any runs for supplies and thus our resources are limited." As he spoke, he gestured for her to follow with one hand while he turned and began walking back towards Havenshire, trusting that the woman would follow. <br/>
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"What's your name? And your friend here's name?" Kepler asked over his shoulder, glancing back at her as he did so. Behind them at the tree line, he could see two Walkers get near to emerging from the trees. They could keep the pace they maintained if they didn't stop. He could dispatch the Walkers once they got to the gate if they followed too close. <br/>
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