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Seru shrugged and walked to the other change room, changing into her hot new threads.

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The main street of the Holy Land, Diamond Lane, was filled with bars and casinos that lined the dirt road all the way to the entrance that they had come from. People gathered on the street, swarming past golden ants and beetles pulling extravagant carts filled with outerworld nobles and items not from the Rock. Thralls were pulled violently by gem-stoned leashes into places of sexual desire, and strange looking men and women ushered those dressed expensively into their establishments.

Seru stormed through the crowd, seemingly searching for something. Her new charcoal-coloured coat billowed behind her, brushing past the countless homeless that were covered in absolute shit begging for coin. She adjusted her hat and elbowed a shirtless man that had reached out to grab her, trying to sell something. Beside that bar stood another one that looked less perverse than the rest, made out of plain stone and wood, yet it appeared to still be thriving with men in suits not unlike the one Seru herself adorned. They loitered out the front with their hitched ants, and stared at the cowboy as she lowered her gaze and stepped inside.

The interior was much like many on the Rock. There were no bright lights or colourful carpets, no women in sequin silks or men in expensive suits. This was a bar for Rockians. True Rockians. They all held their drinks or gambled in simple games, like cards. Seru walked toward the bar and sat on one of the brown stools, ordering herself a drink from the coin she kept in the pockets of her new coat. The rest of the gold she kept hidden in her boots, weary of pickpockets and thieves.

"Any news from the North-East?" Seru asked the bartender, gazing around the bar. Even for Rock standards this place was particularly expensive.