Chapter # 32

Zubie walked out of the dungeons that were currently being used to hold the people affected by the 'curse' as her guard followed behind with his sword attached to his hip. She peeked from the corner of her eyes, saying, "I need to go to the market."

"I'll lead the way."

"Very well."

The guard now walked ahead of her, leading her through the empty streets that were filled with a pungent smell. Zubie could hardly even breathe.

"What is this smell?"

"We are passing a manufacturing zone, it's probably coming from there."

With that little explanation, the guard fell silent. the manufacturing zone was a lot livelier, with people going their days working to fill their bellies of themselves and their families.

"This place looks a lot friendlier, unlike the 'hospital zone'."

"That is because people live here."

"Can you show me the way to the herbalist?"

"You mean the ones who sell plants."

"Yes, that's what a herbalist is."