[color=a36209][u][b]Inquisitor Carver - Kingsport Lighthouse[/b][/u][/color]

Inquisitor Carver listened carefully to Brother Quaid's response, weighing every word.

“My congregation suffers from a constant lack of supplies, a problem we must address ourselves and solve to our own satisfaction. “ Quaid broke eye contact with the Inquisitor for a moment, “Though it is not a major issue and certainly not one the High Confessor need concern himself with.”

[i]A potentially suspicious answer, one bearing further investigation...[/i]

“Our main issue is the one of our defense, the Commonwealth is a violent place, unlike the Capital Wasteland it has not been swept clean of its raider clans and mutant dens. We must defend ourselves.” Quaid nodded as if to himself, “And it is for this reason that we have sometimes taken to arms against the unbelievers. Faith alone cannot protect you here, you must have firepower.” Quaid spoke while now looking Carver straight in the eyes.

[i]He's not wrong,[/i] the Inquisitor mused as he briefly thought of the Island, and the myriad dangers that he served to protect his brothers and sisters from.

“As far as our relationship with the locals I can say it is strained at best, they may not look it, but every settler in the region is a raider when food gets scarce. Our retaliation against them is no doubt the source of these rumors. They have suffered Atom’s justice and though complain that the judgement was unfair or too harsh.” Quaid continued, leaning forward. 

“Who are they to judge our God? And our vengeance?” Quaid asked.

Carver paused for a few moments, considering his words.  Again, a sentiment that isn't wholly untrue.  Raiders were, after all, merely simply confused people trying to survive, and even seemingly normal settlers can do terrible things when confused or angered.  The Inquisitor had witnessed this firsthand, and could vividly remember the turmoil that gripped his congregation when Brother Andrews was murdered by the settlers of Far Harbor.

"I assure you, brother," he began, "We are all too familiar with such things.  Fear and desperation has a way of pushing even normal men and women into doing terrible things, and we must always be vigilant lest we become their prey."  He paused for a second, then stood up.  "I thank you, brother, for enlightening me of the challenges your congregation faces.  This is all I require from you at this moment."

He stepped out of the lighthouse and turned his gaze towards the crater to the north, where many of the congregation resided, including Abraham.  It would be a good location to continue his investigation.  While Carver had some suspicions about Brother Quaid, he could not jump to conclusions- it was his duty to investigate this matter thoroughly, all while concealing his own thoughts of the matter behind a physical mask of cloth and metal and a mental mask of detached professionalism.

On the other hand, Abraham's presence presented a unique opportunity.  If Carver approached him as a brother and associate and not as an Inquisitor, he could perhaps learn more than approaching him as a cold authority figure.  Additionally, Carver wasn't perfect- this duty could be spiritually taxing, and simply speaking to a brother as a fellow child of Atom could prove a welcome relief.