[ At the spot that the duo has their unlikely rendezvous the air dips and begins to get heavy. Unpleasantly so. As if they have found a pocket of the city that's collected a notable concentration of the miasma. The air turns hazy, and the breaths they must take deep.
Perhaps Silco was correct to bring that shovel: a little to the south of them a handful of the snakes slither across the damp ground with what seems like a purpose in mind. Will they keep their distance? Will they follow?]
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Perhaps Silco was correct to bring that shovel: a little to the south of them a handful of the snakes slither across the damp ground with what seems like a purpose in mind. Will they keep their distance? Will they follow?]