>Chuckle. Try not to sound nervous.
>"That's fair enough."
>"Thanks for the talk, Nue. I think I'll keep looking for Utsuho. Maybe I'll see you again later."
>wave and head for the bridge, unless the Felt comes into view on the west side and is closer.
>You try not to sound too nervous. She's been nice, right? She's probably not going to try to eat you. Probably.
>"No problem," she says. "Feel free to stop by the Rose and Weasel later. Maybe I'll give you a discount."
>She separates off from you, and heads down a road to the east.
>You are now in a section of the market that seems to be devoted to foodstuffs. A lot of tasty smells, many of the friend, taunt your nose. But, at the same time, you kinda wonder how many of them are appropriate for breakfast. You notice a lot of them sell various kinds of liquor as well.
>You head south, toward the city gates. This part of town is relatively quiet, the music isn't that loud and there's practically no one here. You see a major road head off to the west, along the edge of the cavern. The gates themselves are ten foot high things, wide enough to for three of you to lay across. They are made of old wood, and bear a significant amount of graffiti.
>Through the gates, you can see a long wooden bridge, like something from an old ink painting, spanning across a dark abyss. You think you see someone lingering on it; a blonde woman in a brownish dress.
>_
