[Rosette picks the clearer paths through as the area expands into something of a square. Little crowds gather around a charismatic young man, hawking unlabelled bottles, standing, barefoot on a crate. Small stalls selling salvaged and scavenged antiques and necessities mix with rickety, well guarded tables, where food is kept under close eye.
Appraising, sharp eyes of those looking for an easy mark, the calculating looks of day merchants, and the simple tunnel vision apathy of those here to seek what they need.
Rosette herself drifts between stalls, peering down cul-de-sacs and alleys for any sign of.. well... anything. This area is far less intimidating than it was after dark, letting her feel a bit more brave about the darker corners.
In the mean time, two children playing tag nearly run Mary over. The elder of the two slaps the younger brother in the back of the head, murmurs an apology and they both run off.]
If... we find something, can you tell what happened?
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Appraising, sharp eyes of those looking for an easy mark, the calculating looks of day merchants, and the simple tunnel vision apathy of those here to seek what they need.
Rosette herself drifts between stalls, peering down cul-de-sacs and alleys for any sign of.. well... anything. This area is far less intimidating than it was after dark, letting her feel a bit more brave about the darker corners.
In the mean time, two children playing tag nearly run Mary over. The elder of the two slaps the younger brother in the back of the head, murmurs an apology and they both run off.]
If... we find something, can you tell what happened?