[color=a36209][u][b]Inquisitor Carver
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The Inquisitor stood outside the Crater House, staring at the radstorm brewing, contemplating his options moving forward.  He would need to take several actions.  First, he would need to speak with Brother Abraham tomorrow, ask him about what he knows of the rumors, and what Brother Quaid said.  Following this, he would interview more of the congregation depending on what he had learned, until he could put together a conclusive picture of what the situation was.  Once he had that, he would be able to take the necessary measures to end the attacks, judge those involved, stamp out any erroneous or heretical doctrine being circulated, and set this flock on the correct path.

Once any problems or errors in doctrine were corrected, he would need to address the consequences of doing so to ensure the continued well-being of this flock.  If the rumors of attacks were true, he would need to try and smooth things over and make peace with the locals and traders, which could potentially be rather difficult.  He would also have to taking measures to ensure the flock would not to go back to raiding, which potentially meant punishing whoever was responsible and staying around to monitor things.  All in all, he had his work cut out for him and he would not be returning to the island any time soon.

It was a lot to do, but for tonight, with the Children of Atom huddling from the wind and dust of the radstorm, Carver would need to get some well-needed rest.

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[i]The next day
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Carver rose from his mattress in one of the crater shacks.  He was rested, the storm had passed, and he had been able to reflect on what he had seen and heard.  It was time for the Inquisitor to get some answers.  The first thing he would need to do would be to reacquaint himself with Brother Abraham, for both the business of gaining information and for the pleasure of catching up with an old associate.  In addition, Abraham appeared to be rather respected in the crater, and to earn his confidence may help build bridges with the others.

Donning his armor but not his mask, Carver made his way across the crude catwalks to Abraham's crater shack and stepped inside.  There is a time and place for donning the mask and being the Inquisitor, he reasoned, but this was a time for showing his face and just being Ian.

"Brother Abraham?  It's me, Ian, from Megaton," he introduced himself, throwing his arms out in welcome.  "I haven't seen you since I left Megaton with Confessor Martin."  

"How have you been faring during these years, brother?" he asked, leaning against a ramshackle wall.