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//Eastern Village
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MacKinnon hadn't been so lost in her own little treasure-hunting world that she didn't realize someone was following her. It was just that, instead of slowing down, she sped up, battered boots pounding down the dirt path as if this were a competition.

Which, of course, it was. One that she quite decisively won.

Kinda disappointing that it seemed like the foppish fellow who chased after her approached her at walking speed though. Turning around, she rolled her eyes to the corner of the sky best suited for thinking up simple answers to strange questions, before releasing an emphatic response: "Nope!"

Like, sure, there were possibly clues out there, and she had thought about the fates of the previous villages a little bit, but like, what was the point in that? If they were gone, they were gone! And if they returned, they ought to be thankful that others had made good use of what they left behind! So with the question answered and her conscience smoothed over, the cheery lass continued on with her own adventures, shouldering through doors, peeking through windows, looking up at fallen-in ceilings, not particularly minding the brown-haired hat-man who had followed her.

The Eastern portion of the village was, by all means, a place of industry (she figured). There was a dusty ol' blacksmith's forge from which she picked out a couple of less-rusty tools for resell before smacking a big, clear sign in the side of the wall. There was was a nice big water barrel, large enough that MacKinnon could climb into and roll on the side in. Didn't have any holes that she could see, but she did find out immediately after jumping in that it was home to a family of spiders (as well as a dead rat), so it took a while to pull out all the webs and crushed arachnids off of herself. After some cleaning up though, it'd be great to have a real big vessel to hold well water in! She could imagine the well-to-barrel-to-jug life cycle already!

The barrel was a pain in the ass to haul around though. Her rucksack was big, but not that big. Should she mark it like she did walls and doors? Eh...how much could a barrel be sold for anyways? Did it matter? Sometimes, you could throw away money for free, and somehow get that money back but more.

"Hey," she said to brown-haired question-man, "Wanna roll that back to the center for me?"
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