The reception too, seemed a far cry from that of what she was expecting to have encountered within any sort of settlement, particularly that of a place that at least appeared to have been well-established as Baska was touted of being. Frail, weak, and people whose demeanor and bodies more resembled that of Vyra stood amongst the streets, scattering about, a foul, if not ill sense within the air. Hardly a selling position to consider towards any place, and yet, she found herself still there, while for most of the mindful would have taken some reason or another to depart as quickly as able. Perhaps intrigued more than anything, Vyra proceeded deeper through the town, though it was not long before she found herself stopped again, the gathering of people along a building which she could have only assumed to be a place of somewhat importance before her.
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