[Breakaway~totheweird]

Wandering and weaving between gaggles of preoccupied customers proved to more difficult than anticipated. Who knew sweltering desert heats like these could draw out massive crowds? Perhaps there was a severe lack of anything to do while struck in heated, clay-composed homes. Merchants here and there sold wares not found anywhere else, and antiques lined many, wooden shelves, ready for purchase. Rugs and tapestry of ornate design would be showcased to public eyes in particular shops. Some stalls looked more rustic, worn-down even, than others; a good portion of stores bore facades of polished doors and glass windows. No matter what, every inch of this marketplace was packed, patrons spilling out into the streets.

Someone stood out from among this mass. They continued their treacherous trek towards one, large hall carved from giant pieces of sandstone. Towering statues of significant deities outlines such a building, the most prominent architectural piece of work being an artist's rendition of Anubuna. A sight not too foreign, given its constant appearances of emblems, wax seals, and otherwise. Pointed, sharp ears of lupine nature were shaped to stand at attention, while its eyes seemed ever-vigilant.

White robes flowed behind this somebody while traveling closer to their destination. At this time, one, slight nudge may have been given to an unsuspecting Anubite enjoying her time there. That was disrespectful. Plenty of individuals might have doubled over forwards to apologize to those belonging to the lineage. Not this person, apparently. Footsteps continued to carry them forward.