>"I don't intend to, if I can at all help it. Wish me luck!"
>Continue towards the mountain.
>"I wish you the best of best of luck, Maribel," says the woman, as she begins to dance again.
>You continue eastward. The road had already had a noticeable incline, but as you continue onward, it becomes more notable until you are practically walking up a hill. You hear water flowing up ahead, and soon break from the trees to see it ahead, flowing swiftly down the side of the mountain. By the river are a number of small houses built low into the ground, many of them dug into the ground itself. Their roofs are covered with dirt and cattails, doing much to help make them fit in with the scenery. Many of them seem to have doors that open directly into the river. Small gardens and large expanses of cattails are everywhere. Small footpaths meander between the houses, with no real order to them at all. To the south, you see what looks much like a warehouse, built into the ground and designed much like the houses around it, but really there's only so much you can do with a warehouse. To the North, across a simple and very new-looking bridge is a large building under construction. Obvious exits are North, South, East, and West.
>You see a number of people working around the building to the North, and a few tending to their homes or gardens. And, almost jarringly, a smallish person on a white motor scooter, making an idle course toward the east, wearing a white uniform and matching helmet.
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