--Occ: heheh, thanks
Cobalt just barely slips past a couple guards. Stealthily padding into the shadows, he continues to make his way through the stockyards. He passes several grimy cages, some of which have animals in them. A fowl smell torments Cobalt’s nose as he inhales. Scowling, he creeps past another pair of sligs—unnoticed. He finally reaches his destination—a rusty pipe that runs inside the builing..
( That old hag had better be right..)
Cobalt climbs in. He doesn’t make a sound, even though he can feel the rough pipe scraping his knees as he crawls through…
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