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Moving on, Meixiang began to wander. Peering at the cloaked villagers as she passed them by. Most didn't look at her and others simply brushed past in what seemed to be quite a hurry. She wondered if they had a thing against Undead? It was a common thing she knew about. The Undead were thought to be dumb and very slow. Meixiang was neither of these things but it was a stigma that crossed many town lines and even species lines.

To be honest she had no idea what the whole thing against Undead was. Of course, in her time at the school she had not come across it all that often. Most of the students were generally over that kind of thing and were way more accepting. And those who were not tended to keep a bit of distance which was fine by her. Not everyone could be friends.

She approached what seemed to be a large well. One of the villagers was sitting on it's rim a fishing rod in hand. Were there really fish down there? It seemed unlikely to be honest. Wells were just big water tanks. There was no in or out for them so if they died it would probably make a mess of the water. Well, if they even used it for water. The ghoul leaned over the edge, peering down into the murky darkness below. "Are there really fish in there?" She asked the villager.

They gasped, tugging hard on the rod and winding the string back up. Had they caught something? Well that would certainly answer her question. But when the hook was finally brought back up there was nothing on it. The villager seemed all a wonder though and even got up to do a little jig before they scurried away.

"......" Yea, asking these creeple questions was not producing anything worth while. So she merely moved on. There were other things to do in the village she was sure.