[color=a36209][b][u]Inquisitor Carver
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As he made his way up the hill from the docks, Ian came across a young woman with a Brahmin inside of a ramchackle pen.  A settler, from the look of it, probably come here to make a life for herself.

"Calm down, Bessie, Mary's here to make you feel better," the woman reassured the Brahmin as she begun to milk it.

[i]I suppose she's as good a person as anyone to begin asking about the Children of Atom,[/i] he concluded.

"Excuse me, ma'am, but I trouble you for a second?" he asked, walking up to the makeshift fencing.  "I've only just arrived here from up north and I fear I am lost.  Could you please help me out?"

He didn't want to lie- such was unbecoming for one of Atom's faithful, especially one tasked with seeking out the truth- but it would be necessary to mislead somewhat, to omit some detail to avoid turning the town against him.  They would eventually be privy to the truth of his affiliation and intentions, but for now, he would have to keep it under wraps, lest a misunderstanding arise that could cost him his life.

"My friend Giraud is looking to do some trading, but we've heard that this place has had some...trouble.  Specifically, trouble involving the Children of Atom making the area outside the town less than safe.  Might you know anything about them?  And more importantly, can you offer us any information on how we might avoid running afoul of them while we're in and around Salem?"

All of that was technically true, and he didn't necessarily need to know where to [i]find[/i] the Children of Atom; it would be enough to know how one would [i]avoid[/i] them.