Carson had missed the argument entirely, too far off to hear the siblings and their disagreement. He saw the boy, though, as he headed for the wall. Clearly he thought himself stealthy as he slipped from tree to bush to rock, hardly hidden but entirely furtive. Carson understood why. If the rules here forbade the residents from leaving the walls then the first thing most of them would have done would be securing a private, hidden passage out. He made a decision right then and there, throwing back the rest of his soup and tucking can and cloth alike into a pouch on his belt. If there was a breach he had to know about it, and since asking politely rarely worked out...<br/><br/>He made to follow the boy, who'd vanished somewhere along the curve of the wall, only to nearly be bowled over by the girl, presumably his sister by the resemblance. Carson raised one eyebrow as she rushed after the man, then looked around at the residents and offered a small shrug and a smile. These things happened. What kind of man had his predecessor been, to elicit such fear? He set off after both of them, his steps virtually soundless, following the tracks they'd left in dirt, dust, and grass alike. He was wary of distance--he didn't want them to spot him before he found the breach in the wall, but he didn't want to lose sight of them either.<br/><br/>Perhaps most importantly, he wanted to help. But one thing at a time.