No guards at the entrance, nor any other restrictions.
But a lot of humans...
Let's go.
Lucia leads the way cautiously at a quick pace, while Lee is observing the surroundings closely. Liv follows, her curiosity piqued by the place.
Canned pupa! Three grubs a can!
Virus-free oxygen tanks! Long shelf life! Buy one get one free! Buy two get two free!
—Ayyyy Razor Honey anyone?! Practically priceless, now at a fair price!!!
What's that?
...No related information found. But an overall analysis of the conversations taking place here suggests that this is a market.
A market? In this time and age?
Similar to ACA?
Only in the sense that they both engage in organized trade, but other than that...
...Liv?
In a dark alley around a corner, Liv stops in her tracks before a shabby stall.
...
You don't look well. Do you need help?
...Ah.
The voice is coarse and fuzzy, as if coming from damaged vocal cords.
...B-buy... Buy?
The stall keeper searches his cloak with a shaky hand, then presents Liv with a hermetic bag.
He curls up his lips, trying to squeeze out a friendly smile.
Freshly... harvested.
Perfectly... healthy.
Greyish murky organs are floating within the bag, as if thrown in there on a whim.
You need immediate treatment! Let me run a check on...
Only 286 miles to go... Only 286...
Then I can go home... Can you pay in miles? I'll even give you a discount. H-how's that...?
Buy... Please... Buy...!
I just have to get through tonight... Then once I earn enough grubs...
Your heart rate is off the charts. Stay calm. I'll treat you immediately!
The stall keeper grabs Liv by the arm and tries to pull her close, only to send himself lurching forward.
You're not human...
Those horns... R-right, outsider Constructs have receptor horns... You're a Construct!
The most valuable merchandise!
A Construct that isn't the Kowloong Crew!
I found you! You're mine! Pulao crew! Pulao crew! I have—
You step in front of Liv to put some distance between her and the stall keeper.
Liv!
...Commandant.
Yes, Commandant.