[The trip down is quick, as those things go. A light drizzle has started, almost like clockwork for this time of day.
Rosette picks a direction, heading north on a moderately well paved roadway. Natives residents look up as they pass. Most look back down or turn back to their work in disinterest, but one mutters a curse, and spits on the ground in front of him.]
He was working on a sewing project, so I don't know if he went early or not. But usually, it's down this way.
[There are alleys as they pass, yawning and dark even in the midmorning haze.]
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Rosette picks a direction, heading north on a moderately well paved roadway. Natives residents look up as they pass. Most look back down or turn back to their work in disinterest, but one mutters a curse, and spits on the ground in front of him.]
He was working on a sewing project, so I don't know if he went early or not. But usually, it's down this way.
[There are alleys as they pass, yawning and dark even in the midmorning haze.]