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“Any questions?” Oqe said, turning to face his audience. The Rumsum lecture hall was full of students, their colorful coats dotting every seat available in the semicircle rows of desks. It was an evening class - the ones which Oqe preferred teaching; the fading light of the sunset cast beautiful warm shadows on his classroom through the open archways of stone that lead to the outer courtyard. Oqe loved having his classroom open to the underground air, especially since it was located directly below an opening to the surface. He enjoyed his home city very much, but once he’d gotten a taste of life in the sunshine, he could never quite go back. He leaned against his podium, watching the paws raise, internally musing about how lovely it was to be around such curious minds. “Yes, Ixia?” He called, smiling at the curio in the front row. “Hi. Sorry, I have a question that’s…not archaeology related.” She said, tapping her desk with her claw. “Oh! That’s perfectly fine. Go ahead!”

Chapter 6 - The Fortune Jun Nazu was a small city. Emphasis on small; the breadth of the land as the crow flies is quite tiny. If you were looking at the island, you’d assume you could walk from the north shore to the south in half an hour, tops. However, emphasis on city; every nook and cranny of Jun Nazu was a mazelike structure of buildings, alleyways, courtyards stuffed with plants and paths. Everywhere you could go had obstacles. Makeshift ramps led up to walkways made of planks that criss-crossed on top of roofs, which seemed to be the only way to get to some locations. Alleys split off into thin curving paths that snaked around the mish-mashed architecture. The entire city looked less like it had a design, like Seajewel, and more akin to the scraps that had washed up from the gleaming city, built up like sediment forming craggy misshapen rocks in the ocean. Mos half wondered if it was laid out this way on purpose for some reason. Like the city thrived in its chaotic