She felt the wind against her face as her serious-looking eyes gazed towards the gravel stone path that went downhill. The wind was cool and soon enough it will be time to wear warmer clothes instead of just pants and a t-shirt. She won't get to wear the dresses that she clearly loved wearing. The Sinese and Joyan clothes of Traditional style weren't really created for winter times at first so they always made things to make it easier to walk through the cold weather. They used white stocked and thick 'underwear' to keep themselves warm. The top area was already warmed up as they are long-sleeved and thick with different layers.
The smell was getting even more putrid the more she went down till she got closer to the area. Her eyes saw the cave as there were miners around by the carts. Were they apart of the Cult as well or did they perhaps not even realize it due to the fumes from working in it? The closer they got the better the smell was as it was more of a mineral smell instead of death and those who could not afford to bathe. Her eyes went towards the edge of the rocks and decided to put her back against the cave's walls, entering it slowly. She had to creep inside and figure out how to actually sneak in.
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