[color=a36209][u][b]Inquisitor Carver - Kingsport Lighthouse
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Step by step, Carver treaded the road towards the lighthouse where the he believed the Children of Atom may be residing.  He made his way up the right fork in the road, which circled around and up the hill that the lighthouse was situated upon, and with it.  As he came to the top of the slope, he beheld several figures ahead, wearing the ragged robes characteristic of the Children of Atom. [i] This was the place.[/i]

One of the idle Children of Atom noticed the new arrival and cautiously approached Carver, Gamma Gun drawn.  After examining the markings on the Inquisitor's armor, the man smiled and put his weapon away.

"Welcome to our humble congregation, Brother." the Child of Atom greeted Carver, throwing his arms out in welcome.  "From which flock do you hail?"

"From Atom's holy island to the North, from High Confessor Tektus' congregation," Carver answered, briefly smiling underneath his mask as he holstered his rifle.  "I am Inquisitor Carver, here on Tektus' authority.  Might I come inside?"

"Of course, Inquisitor, follow me," the man replied, ushering Carver into the lighthouse.  "So, brother, if I may ask, what brings one of your standing out here?"

"All in due time, brother," the Inquisitor replied, wishing to evade the subject for the time being.  "Suffice to say, it is a sensitive matter that has drawn the attention of the High Confessor."

Carver was led to the lighthouse, where his escort opened the door  "Brother Quaid, we have a guest from another congregation.  An Inquisitor from the north."

The interior of the lighthouse was dimly lit, although the light shining from the open door betrayed a sight of sordid squalor.  Empty food wrappers and animal bones littered the floor- from this, he could infer that this congregation did not appear wanting for food, and clearly had few standards of tidiness.  There were three of the flock inside- two standing up and facing the door,  and one sitting in a chair.  The one in a chair, though shrouded in darkness, appeared to be a rough-looking fellow, not young nor elderly.  Of the two standing, one was a dark-haired woman, the other was a familiar-looking black-haired bearded man, with streaks of gray in his hair.

[i]Wait...he looks familiar.  Is that Brother Abraham? [/i] The man was definitely older-looking in the years since they had met, but there was no mistaking him.  He was about to greet Abraham but thought better of it; his duties must come first.

"I trust I'm not interrupting anything important," he stated, regaining his composure beneath his mask.  "I am Inquisitor Carver, here on the authority of High Confessor Tektus.  I must speak to those in charge of this congregation."