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The wharf was partly obscured by tattered bits of silk, cloth, string. The same debris that had infected the rest of town could be found here, blood and all, with extra splinters of wood and leather scattered about the area. People tried to step over or around the thing, with some even pushing others into the messy piles that littered the area (whether on accident or out of malice depended on the individual), but to no avail. Everyone ended up funneled into one narrow entrance, leading to about as much chaos as one could expect from forcing so many people through a small area.
Glancing back at the debris... it almost looked like a ship had crashed into port and thrown all its passengers' cargo overboard haphazardly. The scenario almost seemed comical if you imagined it in your head. A captain hurrying to toss everything his passengers had overboard because they'd complained about his service, perhaps. He'd been too slow! Or, maybe, he'd been too handsy with one of the ladies! You giggled at the thought.
You wanted to take it seriously, of course. Eyeing bloodied clothing hardly put the normal man in a good mood. But, by now, were you <span class="mu-i">really</span> so normal?
...nevertheless, you needed to get your mind onto something positive for once. Take a page out of Steele's extensive joke book. Something lighthearted...
The bug crawled across your lap. It had taken to resting around your neck, typically, but Mary had finally gone to rest behind you when you'd reached the riverbank... so the bug had come to claim her throne.
The bug.
...you needed a better name for the little guy. What were you going to call him?
>Write-in.