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Following the man had certainly been dangerous, Croan needed a way to confirm his motivations on the alliance and she needed it in some form of Intel. She wouldn't stay long, only until she had gained knowledge on his person. Croan glided through the night, the motorcycle slowing to a comfortable stop as she approached his house. She assured that she was inconspicuous, hidden by a large surrounding of trees and shrubbery. She observed the Nameless member, watching as he disappeared into the comfort of his home.