[it's hard to tell if the brighter necklaces denote a higher status, with everyone down here looking scummy, at best. a few people are wearing very simple, woven bracelets, some people have sturdier-looking shoes, some people are bundled in a more elaborate collection of rags than others--but the poverty is distributed pretty evenly across the board. Tek could pick and scavenge, but it is unlikely that it'd get him very far down here.
"up" is a good direction. the people coming home from work are coming from somewhere, and if Tek traces the trail back, he can eventually spot a staircase cut into one of the far walls of this cavern. most of it is exposed to open air on one side. it's probably very dangerous, but people are using it anyway.
however, something catches his eye--or his mind, rather, as a magical energy suddenly hits his sphere of awareness. with how dull and human this place is, the source is startlingly easy to pinpoint. down the street, huddled up against some residential building, is a person.
it would be so easy to mistake them for just another homeless vagrant, their form bundled in rags that nearly blend them into the background. they're sitting still, hood pulled over their face, completely inconspicuous aside from the fact that they are staring intently at Tek.
something is wrong with their eyes. whatever they are, they are not human. their aura is sluggish and dripping with decay. familiar, maybe--if not like Tek's own aura, it seems like a more pinpointed version of the energy stirring deep below their feet.]
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"up" is a good direction. the people coming home from work are coming from somewhere, and if Tek traces the trail back, he can eventually spot a staircase cut into one of the far walls of this cavern. most of it is exposed to open air on one side. it's probably very dangerous, but people are using it anyway.
however, something catches his eye--or his mind, rather, as a magical energy suddenly hits his sphere of awareness. with how dull and human this place is, the source is startlingly easy to pinpoint. down the street, huddled up against some residential building, is a person.
it would be so easy to mistake them for just another homeless vagrant, their form bundled in rags that nearly blend them into the background. they're sitting still, hood pulled over their face, completely inconspicuous aside from the fact that they are staring intently at Tek.
something is wrong with their eyes. whatever they are, they are not human. their aura is sluggish and dripping with decay. familiar, maybe--if not like Tek's own aura, it seems like a more pinpointed version of the energy stirring deep below their feet.]