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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/20/2018 5:10:19 PM
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From Malcolm's position speaking to a civilian, he looked up at the man that had cleared his throat. Quickly bidding farewell to the civilian, he approached an extended a hand.
"Malcolm Darimon, ser. Who might you be?" He asked with a bright smile.
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"Isaiah." The man said, his face giving the impression of a statue. "Quite the speech, wasn't it?"
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"The people love words. Especially the right ones." A soft chuckle escaped Malcolm's lips and his smile extended slightly. "What can I do for you? Questions about the campaign... Or something of the sort?"
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"I'm looking for someone. They go by 'Alpha'." He said, gruffly despite his more intelligent demeanor. "Shes very dangerous. I'm just trying to find her before she does something worse"
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"Alpha... Hmm..." Malcolm scratched at at his beard, looking off into the distance for a few moments. "Yes. Miss Alpha is the young girl part of the Arrowhead crew. Unfortunately, I do not know her location. So I most likely will not be of much help."
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"Can you give me a description? Known locations she had visited, friends, appearance, activities?"
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"I could give you an approximate location... But I have know who's asking." Malcolm's eyes narrowed at the man. "What are you to her? Friend, brother? Hunter? '
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"An old friend." He said, pausing a second "Where is she?"
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"Last I heard, she was with the Trayverns. Apparently trying to join their ranks or something of the sort." This man was clearly well informed about the dojo and its occupants. Most likely from an inside source of some sort.
