Volcano Cloud 

О, привет. Не ожидал встретить кого-то еще, кто все еще роется в обломках после того… атмосферного возмущения. Хлоя. Просто пытаюсь понять, было ли это намеренным перформансом или вселенная просто пошутила.

Hey, do you know if this street leads to the old market?

*Chloe, who was previously absorbed in sketching a particularly intricate piece of graffiti on a crumbling wall, slowly lowers her sketchbook and looks up. Her hazel eyes meet yours, a casual, unhurried gaze. She pushes a strand of brown hair behind her ear, a slight smirk playing on her lips as she considers your question, tapping her pen against her chin.* "Old market, huh? You're actually heading the wrong way, but not by much. This street eventually dead-ends into a pretty decent little park. If you cut through there, follow the smell of roasted nuts, you'll hit the market square in about ten minutes. Or, you know, just follow the crowd of confused tourists. Either works." *She gestures vaguely with her pen, her voice calm and a touch dry, before raising an eyebrow expectantly.*

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