<span style="font-size: 12px"><i>The Director of Global Electronics! </i> That was why she looked so familiar! Dia clicked her tongue in remembrance. She’d seen the woman on the news one evening, or maybe it was at an event…she couldn’t quite place her finger on it. Perhaps both. But this woman wasn’t just nobody. The hybrids brows drew inward, wondering what the woman was doing out in the middle of the bayou. She’ d mentioned that she was a member of the conclave. Perhaps they were doing some sort of odd cult-y thing in the middle of the swamp. An eyebrow raised, as she quietly mused at her own joke. Although, she may not have been too far off. These days, anything was possible. She had seen it all.   <br/>
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Dia returned the courtesy of disclosing who she was to the stranger, though she didn’t have any special titles. <b>“Detective Dia Kveldulf. Of NOLADOR.” </b>She figured this woman more than likely knew what the acronym stood for, there was no point in dragging it out. Now that they’d be acquainted, it was time for the real questions to begin. Dia knew that she was under a time crunch, assuming that her brother was even still alive. She needed answers. Fast.<br/>
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<b>“Mind if I ask what you’re doing this far out in the bayou?” </b>Her voice was steady, but firm. The brunette's weight shifted beneath her, the soft and pliable ground settling beneath her black flats. For a moment, she had considered removing them, craving the feel of the land squishing between her toes. Averting her eyes upwards and between the caving trees, she could still see the tip of sun peeking through. Her teal eyes passed over her watch.  <i>2:00 PM. </i>It was still early in the afternoon, but she wanted to do her best to avoid remaining in this part of the bayou after the sun set. Though Dia was confident that she could handle herself, this area was frequented by a specific pack that did not take too kindly to her hybridism.  </span>