[u][b]Brother Abraham – Crater House 
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	Abraham laid the hammer down on his desk and sat back into his chair. The porthole was boarded up, it had been broken during the storm the night before. Now the only light came from two candles that sat on the table. The shattering of the ancient glass would have woken Abraham had he not spent the night awake. Sleep had a habit of eluding him, especially in times of change and Abraham could feel the change in the wind of the storm. He had sat in the same chair, looking at the storm through porthole before it broke. His tired eyes forced to watch the sky change color and the dirt and debris be blown about. 
	
	The door to his small lean-to was opened and emanated a loud grinding noise as the daylight poured into the dark chamber. Abraham rose from his chair and looked at the doorframe. A figure stood assertively, his silhouette was armored and as it stepped inside Abraham recognized the armor as that of the Inquisitors. He squinted to see in the dim light and was surprised to see the man looked familiar.       

	"Brother Abraham?  It's me, Ian, from Megaton," said the man, his voice containing an unexpected note of kindness. The Inquisitor threw his arms out in greeting.  "I haven't seen you since I left Megaton with Confessor Martin."  Abraham hesitated, he wondered if this veteran inn front of him, could really be the young man that had left some ten years ago to go North to the Holy Island.

	“Ian? Ian Carver? Is that really you? By Atom you’ve surely changed.” Ian smiled and leaned back against the wall near the door. 
"How have you been faring during these years, brother?" Ian asked, Abraham moved forward and embraced him. 
	
	“As well as one can in this land, tell me was that you I saw yesterday in the Lighthouse? When did you arrive in the Crater?” He moved away from Ian and toward his stove, “Would you like something to drink or eat? I have something called ko-ko, I bought it from a scavenger some time ago, it’s very good when added to hot water.”