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There is a flat expanse of greyish dirt, mostly old cracked mud, dusty and worn. A few low hills break up the monotony here and there.
To the west, a shimmer of distant water. To the north, a smudge of green. To the south, the spiky silhouettes of mountain peaks. To the east, only a sliver of sun just beginning to peek over the flat grey horizon.
"Still, Treasure Street's good to know. Can probably figure out the rest from there."
Ross makes an affirmative noise, and hands Frank a piece of wood to haul outside, and back to work they go.
"See you tomorrow, yeah?" She waves and heads off, stopping by Treasure street first.
In her first minute walking down Treasure Street she has her choice of a store that sells rope alongside household goods, a store that sells rope alongside clothing, and a store that sells rope alongside a remarkable variety of hand-carved wooden dildos.
Huh. First instinct is the sex toys are more of an indicator of contextual knowledge. She'll try there.
Past the small but extensive window display and through the narrow but brightly-painted door, a statuesque woman with broad shoulders and delicate hands is sitting behind the counter whittling some kind of figurine. Perky triangular ears with pale sandy fur stand up like a pair of sails through a mop of honey-blonde curls; her face looks mostly human, but with prominent canines and large amber eyes that catch the light to an unnatural degree.
"Evening," she says amicably. "Looking for anything in particular?"
Hailey stretches, just a bit of an awkward blush on her face. "Ropes, of the typing up my boyfriend sort."
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