“Whelp... guess we could call this a date?” He asked with a slight, joking grin. A date through some obscure, foreign village where they couldn’t read or understand a thing, trying to find a bunch of bad guys of which the only information they had were that they were bad guys. Secretly, Vance was quite the romantic.
Regardless, he would begin leading the way by exiting the plaza the same way he’d entered, picking up his cloak along the way. He threw the piece of cloth over himself, inserted his arms through their respective spots, then began strolling through the now-deserted streets like he owned the place.
As he walked, he’d think out loud, half to himself, half to Victoria.
“If I were the leader of a criminal faction in a village I was trying to take over or whatever their goal is... where would I hide?” He looked around at the vendor stalls that were scattered through the street after the human stampede. They were abandoned, yes, but Vance wasn’t looking for people.
“Vic, if ya find a map of this town anywhere, let me know,” He said. If nobody was around to ask for information, they could try finding it on their own.
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