[They go around the stationary store. They go past a bookshop. They turn a corner to where there is a cadre of printing press shops, paper marbling works, all manner of things that support the trade of making fashionable paper with stuff on it. Alucard's nose is glued to the ground, and he keeps going down the street.
There were once awnings here, going by the supports that appear to have blown away in all the wind. Windows are closed. But there's so little wind at the moment, and Alucard snuffles when he realizes it. If he was looking for shelter from how awful the storms have been, this would be as good a spot as any. The only sign that the street isn't abandoned are the occasional shouts from inside (Wrong font size! and I'm out of the purple, would fuschia--).
The dhampir stops outside of a small door A gentle pawing at it shows it to be locked, and there's no store sign above it. He whines up at Ciri in a request that she knock, since he very much cannot.]
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There were once awnings here, going by the supports that appear to have blown away in all the wind. Windows are closed. But there's so little wind at the moment, and Alucard snuffles when he realizes it. If he was looking for shelter from how awful the storms have been, this would be as good a spot as any. The only sign that the street isn't abandoned are the occasional shouts from inside (Wrong font size! and I'm out of the purple, would fuschia--).
The dhampir stops outside of a small door A gentle pawing at it shows it to be locked, and there's no store sign above it. He whines up at Ciri in a request that she knock, since he very much cannot.]