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[color=e1ac3d]Suavo had wandered out into Fe-Congro, but his mission to find himself a drink was not going well. Not only that, but he had gnawed his fried dikapi leg down to the bones, and he seemed to be in entirely the wrong place. He had thought, initially, to go and find a place by the fountains, where he remembered once meeting a group of craftsmen swapping stories over jugs of hot, sweet liquid.[/color]

[color=9d00f7]No such luck today. He must have taken a wrong turn somewhere and had somehow ended up on a street lined with decorated shopfronts. This was where the high-browed craftsmen plied their trade, not the common factories he had been looking for. The area seemed all closed up for the night, so as he wandered down the street, he took out one of his juggling balls and began casually bouncing it off shop windows and catching it again. [/color]