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You only need to take a few steps deeper into the district to realize how lucky you are to have some guides. One second you’re wading through ankle-high puddles of viscous liquid that clings to your boots, the next you’re squeezing through ‘shortcuts’ where the walls themselves scrape at your flesh and tear your robe with countless unseen hooks and chipped masonry!
Like a funhouse in a crack den, each corner brings a new horror–though you still can’t see any better, your nose and ears work pretty damn well!
Thick, acrid smoke smelling of old meat and pesticide violates your nostrils–its source impossible to place in the gloom. Distant screams, yells, and unintelligible gibbering motivate you to stay close to the girls, and as you delve deeper into the district you hear the unmistakable sound of someone, or some<span class="mu-i">THING</span>, scrambling out of your path as you press on.
And then you hear more. Like spiders or cockroaches lingering just out of sight in the garage, you know for a fact that you’re being watched… though whether the watchers seek to do you harm or escape some doled out by you is…
Well, you’re not getting anything worrying about it, that’s for sure!
“Okay,” Whispers Vilah as she motions for your little wagon train to hold, “It’s a little tricky, but follow us!”
Before you can acquire more information, the Durher hops onto an unseen parapet like a cat–her acrobatic feat sending several hunks of crunchy, metal refuse tumbling to the damp cobblestone! Her sister joins immediately after, and as you watch with silent awe both girls clamber up to what you guess is some kind of elevated walkway… or a <span class="mu-i">rooftop</span>.
“C’mon, Ant, it’s safer than the streets!” Clearly not wanting to be outdone by her younger counterparts, Tzah-Tzie deftly climbs after the guides–the spry Spinner barely making a sound as she mounts the wall! You move to follow, but pause to turn and check on your, uh, <span class="mu-i">heftier</span> team member. Gonna be okay, Volk?
The Skog responds with a cheerful nod! “You betcha! Believe it or not I’ve only fallen through three roofs in my life–less common than ya’ think!”
You wanna hear those stories, but you manage to resist the temptation! You’re doing this for the kids, damn it! Leaping for the parapet, your hands fail to find purchase as you fall head-over-heels into some dead plants on the other side! OW!
“Overshot it a bit!” Hisses TT as she helps Volka onto the correct footholds, “Over here!”
Oh, so she helps <span class="mu-i">Volka</span>...
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