[ A simple enough plan: To slip into one of the congregating places of fieldworkers near the bazaar plains. Most would be avoiding the bazaar itself due to heightened policing activity, but there were darker alleyways outside the main perimeter that led to shadier establishments where people would go to lick their wounds and speak of the violence in hushed tones....
Dangerous times.
He blinks owlishly. ]
Good. Let's go.
[ Footsteps skitter past the lane further up that opens up into dim light. Once the coast's clear, it's time to move. ]
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Dangerous times.
He blinks owlishly. ]
Good. Let's go.
[ Footsteps skitter past the lane further up that opens up into dim light. Once the coast's clear, it's time to move. ]