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Franklin and Scar were rather surprised that they managed to make such a large amount from the citizens of Orleans, indeed it truly was a hub of trade and commerce. As they began closing up for the day, disassembling their stall and packing up the rest of their goods, they were approached by a ghoul, clad in the clothing commonplace for the mysterious strangers of Pre-War movies. Scar started to tell him to back off, but before he could speak, Franklin held up his hand and stopped him. Listening to the Ghoul speak, Franklin nodded his head and replied "My associate and I are very much interested, and wish to hear more. But, before we continue, perhaps you would prefer if we left for somewhere more private, Mr...?" He stopped, hoping the ghoul would give him some kind of name or title to use.