Sachet's gazed silently from Alma to Vexen, considering, before he leaned down to pick up his previously dropped branch and decisively began to walk away from the group. He only traveled a little while before glancing abashedly back at the strange people. "It's just this way- there's not even a bridge, just more flowers."<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">T</span>he journey to the village was rather short if slightly awkward (as happens when you have a group of near strangers travel with one another), taking only about half-an-hour brisk walking pace before reaching the view of a new site- a bustling market. The strange flowers gave away to concrete and loose gravel, People- at least seemingly human- walked the roads in droves, they all seemed rather in a hurry, leaving brightly painted building along the streets, previewing foods in market stalls. From a distance it might have been a welcoming site- but as the group neared the area, it quickly became apparent that something was slightly off.<br/><br/>To those with any trained eye, it would seem that the people were going in and out of buildings to no accomplishment whatsoever. Those who went to stalls would stand resolute, they bought nothing  just before walking into a building, followed by marching out again to cross the street. An affinity to attention could bring to your awareness the similarities among the people- all nearly the same height, all nearly the same face. No difference among ages, barely differences between genders. Lastly, alarmingly observed, was the lack of noise. Lips moved but nothing was heard, faces smiled and shouted in response to silence.</div><br/><br/>Sachet stopped the group at the very edge of the village, standing in the border of flowers right before the cement. He glanced at the group before chucking his stick at a building's window- the branch made a solid "THUNK" noise as it hit the apparent 'glass', before clattering to the ground. "I hate this place." Sachet mumbled, turning back to the group dejectedly.