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[b]//Southern Village > Central Village[/b]
[sub][@Xaltwind][/sub]
After the rush of excitement that accompanied a real treasure of a find, MacKinnon's desire for treasure-hunting had subsided somewhat, as the girl went through the final quadrant of the village with a smidgen less enthusiasm than before. It didn't help, of course, that the buildings themselves had no character, like just rows upon rows of storehouses or stuff like that. She had strode through shantytowns with more character than whatever this was!

Ah, but it wasn't a total waste of time either. She had always wanted a bowl to call her own, after all, and burlap sacks were always useful, either as a mat or as a sleeping cot or as a dress or as, indeed, a sack. MacKinnon climbed into it, setting her boots firmly against its bottom, then grabbed the open sides and pulled up as hard as she could! Her muscles flexed, her veins bulged, and (bad habit as it was) she held her breath as she tried her best to stretch the sack to the point of tearing!

But the point of tearing never came, and thus, she could conclude that it was a good sack indeed.

Still, once she had completed her survey of the area, MacKinnon could definitely conclude one thing: this had to be some kind of temporary shelter. There was actually straight up just no furniture to burn here! Which also meant that she wouldn't be putting holes in any doors or walls. Kinda a pity, that...