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Isabel scowled down at the raider's corpse lying at her feet in a consternated manner. According to her status reports the number of ne'erdowells on the surface should've declined, but so far every person she'd met had been identified as hostile by her robobrain companions. She was beginning to wonder if she'd made a terrible mistake leaving her lair, that somehow the reports had been mistaken.

Rolling the body over with her foot she examined it more closely. The person certainly seemed to be a threat, their roughly hemmed leather clothing and pipe rifle clearly a sign of someone with far less culture and civility than Isabel would've expected from a population on the rise out of darkness. At the same time though the person didn't have any of the facial scarring, blood stained tattoos or clear signs of tribalism which she remembered from the horrors of her childhood. That at least was a good sign.

So the people were making strides in the right direction at least, but they obviously needed role models and paragons of Justice, Hope and Good Manners to help set them on the Path to Righteousness. Luckily for them The Mechanist was on her way.

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