One of the famous landmarks that stretched across the realm of Pandora was nestled within Oak town. And this seemed to be right season for a harvest. The apples of Oak Town, he had heard, was perhaps one of the best that existed. Apples that were shining red like rubies hanging off of trees, and the insides of it filled with the satisfying crunch and juiciness with every bite. It was perhaps an over-exaggeration, but he had heard many good things about it. The people here seemed to respect the apples from the orchard. In fact, selling them would not fetch any high prices within town. And importing them would run the risk of the apples losing their scrumptious flavour. But if he was to settle in well within De Fiore, he had to at least give them a try. And offer his recommendations for Lexia if she does come up here.
As he made his way to the grand orchard, he was surprised to see a lot of people waiting outside the gate with their baskets. Instead of joy or anticipation to eat the apples within season, there was instead dreaded cries and paranoia in the air. People looked to one another, confused and scared. Others were enraged and shouting at the gatekeeper, who was desperately trying to calm everyone down. Strange. There was no shortage of apples. He could see off in the distance that the rows of apples trees were full of those red fruits.
But he could not help but feel something was off about them... were there supposed to be nets draping over the trees like that? They looked far too thin and silky to offer any protection anyways.
Excuse me, what's happened? Sly said, placing a hand on one of the gentleman's shoulder. His face was lean but heavily furrowed with his fury when he turned to Sly.
"Why won't you ask them? It's the season of harvest but they're not letting us in."
Sly nodded and shifted past him and the rest of the crowd, wriggling his way to the front. Just as he did, another man emerged from behind the gate, huffing out of breath and covered in the silk. It was then Sly realised that they looked like spider webs. The man who was out of breath whispered something to the gatekeeper, who just shook his head and paced about, huffing a deep sigh.
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As he made his way to the grand orchard, he was surprised to see a lot of people waiting outside the gate with their baskets. Instead of joy or anticipation to eat the apples within season, there was instead dreaded cries and paranoia in the air. People looked to one another, confused and scared. Others were enraged and shouting at the gatekeeper, who was desperately trying to calm everyone down. Strange. There was no shortage of apples. He could see off in the distance that the rows of apples trees were full of those red fruits.
But he could not help but feel something was off about them... were there supposed to be nets draping over the trees like that? They looked far too thin and silky to offer any protection anyways.
Excuse me, what's happened? Sly said, placing a hand on one of the gentleman's shoulder. His face was lean but heavily furrowed with his fury when he turned to Sly.
"Why won't you ask them? It's the season of harvest but they're not letting us in."
Sly nodded and shifted past him and the rest of the crowd, wriggling his way to the front. Just as he did, another man emerged from behind the gate, huffing out of breath and covered in the silk. It was then Sly realised that they looked like spider webs. The man who was out of breath whispered something to the gatekeeper, who just shook his head and paced about, huffing a deep sigh.
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