>>5667905>>5667795>>5667785>>5667193>Cris’ group [west]The west seems like a better option. Sira decides to go with the first group.
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Sunlight becomes prevalent, revealing dots of pale colors amongst the drab structures. That strange smell becomes increasingly apparent. A somewhat repulsive thing to those not particularly familiar with stoneware.
Definitely where pottery are painted.
Eventually, they are in a wide pathway surrounded by shelves of stoneware in varying stages of decoration. Some have elegant patterns all around them while others are barely covered in glaze.
>Cris present [bonus to observation]The group comes across a few dogs. Dark in color and not particularly well groomed, these must be strays.
Stares. Tails straightening. Teeth showing. They are getting aggressive.
《Let’s back up a little bit.》
Cris pulls out a packet of sticky rice and throws a small portion near them.
They bark and growl, continuing to advance. Seems like they’re uninterested in the food.
Dammit. That was a nice try.Sira takes this as a cue to grab her hand and fade to higher ground — the roofs that shield these rows of shelves from rain. The others follow suit.
