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An old sounding woman with an incomprehensibly thick accent calls out to the child. She promptly retreats away. That's about the only person you've seen besides the guards and Anfisa. Seems like those are just regular every day houses.
Anfisa pops up behind your group without making a single fucking sound. Everyone jumps for a moment except for Ashley, who has a shit-eating smirk on her face. Bitch foresaw that, huh?
"I apologize for...the lack of a proper introduction. Our village has seen better days. Most of our good men are out hunting for resources while the rest are...sick."
"UNDERSTANDABLE." Quentin chirps out, looking around the quiet and empty village. "THIS PLACE LACKS THE HOSPITALABLE CONDITIONS NECESSARY FOR HUMANS."
"Ah, another Бeзликий? Advanced one, if you have face!" "Faceless?" You pry into that odd comment. You recognize that, at least.
"The workers with no face, those? We have one too. He came from outside." Anfisa chirps out with a faint smile. "Very skilled worker, asks not for much."
"Interesting! Hey, guess you got a friend here, huh Quinny?" Lex jabs his elbow into Quentin. He only offers a weak laugh as response.
Turning your attention to the rest of the village to see what you have to work with:
There's a small building made of roughly carved stone tucked away at the northmost corner of the village, away from the rest. A bright orange glow is pouring out of it and you swear the snow around the stone structure is melting. "Blacksmith. He may have some supplies for your kind." <span class="mu-b">Probably has some COLD IRON you can bargain for.</span>
There's also a honest to god regular brick building, like you would see in an actual town in the rest of the City, is dead north from the odd statue. Its windows have frosted over and the wooden door has been firmly shut close. Yellow light pours out of its windows "That is where our mayor works. He is very busy man. Maybe you can assist him, strangers." <span class="mu-b">Free money? Tempting.</span>
Two wooden huts, like the rest of the residential buildings, have been covered in odd looking paint. One has a red cross painted on the side while the other one has a % symbol painted onto its side. "Healer hut. Shop, barter." Anfisa clarifies.
The last building of note is a really, REALLY rundown shack that's made out of old metal scraps and whatever bits of plastic, wood, and other building materials has been scavenged. It barely looks like it barely functions. "Our Бeзликий works there. He may help you, need be."
"Thank you, Anfisa." Alexis offers her best smile towards the young girl. She points towards the statue. "May we ask about that?"
"That was last trustworthy ruler of I-Corp. 2100. Nicholas Petrov. Very good man." Ah. Seems like they don't get much contact with the outside world then, huh?
Oh well. You might as well split up your group to investigate the village before you have to move on. You doubt this place will be able to provide for the QUOTA BOX by itself.
