<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>  Mrs. Minsch <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>​</div><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left 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%2FntGlvox.jpg%3F1&amp;hash=7b86e6573df3b9e345050beb3ac8c8f9" title="ntGlvox.jpg">
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</div>"I think the cat is the least of your worries in this day and age," Charles commented as he pulled into the driveway.<br/><br/>"Haunted?" he asked with a smile at her observation. To Charles, it looked like your average two story house. "Where were you from before all this?" he wondered. He was surprised at her protest, especially thinking this was a viable solution for what she wanted. Just because she hadn't met Mrs. Minsch yet didn't mean she wasn't a good person.<br/><br/>"Sou, I'm a stranger. You don't know me in the slightest," he pointed out as she clung to him. He patted her arm in reassurance. Of course, there were many things to fear in the world. When you couldn't rely and trust other people, who could you rely on? Her community had betrayed her and likely it would take an eternity for her to feel secure again, if it ever came. It wasn't even the walkers that she feared, but the man returning for her.<br/><br/>"Do you think he would come for you? Here?" Did that mean her presence brought a threat to the rest of the community? Mrs. Minsch and her girls? That was Charles' worry when he'd initially suggested his place, keeping her away from the central part of Dryden.<br/><br/>"Does he know where you went?" Up until they arrived, Charles wasn't sure Sou even knew where she was going until she arrived. It brought on a whole new set of potential issues, but he wasn't sure he could keep her any safer.<br/><br/>"My place might be more scary than this," he admitted. "Especially at night when you don't have the comforts of a close neighbor, and I work too much to truly keep an eye on things on any sort of security level. You will be safer here, where there is lookout keeping an eye on the neighborhood. No one will make it through the perimeter without it being known, and the cat isn't going to bother you. I'll let the patrol know to be extra vigilant and to get more eyes out there tonight. I'll check on you when I can, but I need to get back to work." Charles carried her things up to the door, said a quick hello to Mrs. Minsch after introductions, and left to alert the watchmen to the potential for problems.