"Well obviously, we had been told the place is cursed, and the gate took forever to open!" Kasia replied, the gate comment having nothing to do with the other.
"Yeah, so let's just get food, water, and maybe a war hammer for Muzukiel if we come across it and book it."
Levi would be searching for a place to buy food that would last a good while, a place to fill their canteens and maybe a blacksmith. He REALLY didn't want to spend the night in town.
the village didn't seem to agree with their goals, as the roads that expanded from the main gates had no food for sale, none of the vendors seemed to be willing to sell food as well, as they quickly averted their gaze from the trio every time they approach a vendor. Ocassionally, however, a couple of the native villagers would bring baskets full of food and dump it in the old, dilapidated well. Something here smells like a sacrifice.
As for blacksmiths? There's a cottage labelled "T__s___'s Blacksmithery" that looked almost as old as the well, with the first part of the name smudged from wear. Situated at the far corner of the village, it looked half submerged within the walls of the town, like the walls were built over it. But it was isolated from the mainstream roads, so it'll take some time to reach there just by walking. and it seems like night would be setting in soon. If they truly want to get all the nessecities, it looks like they'll need to split up the search.
"Alright, screw this entire town." He said, annoyed. "We're leaving. I'll just have to go hunting and I'll use my magic to summon clouds so we can drink rainwater. Agreed?" Levi said, ready to get out of there.
"While I doubt the cleanliness of rainwater i also doubt that anything good could come of staying here." Kasia said, the still silent Muzukiel nodding along.
The gates instantly close the moment the trio had the thought of leaving. Strange magical runes started to sprout in the air in a dome shape around the town like a barrier. All the current inhabitants, be it humans or monsters, instantly stopped whatever they're doing and simply stared at the travellers as if they noticed that their prey was trying to escape. The entire city fell silent.
From afar, yellow smoke started to gather, rising from the well into a fog-like mist that surrounded the central area, then started to abruptly shoot itself outwards, slowly spreading the mist in a spiralling motion. But that's not all, traces of something trying to break through the ground appeared around and inside the town as light started to dim. The giant welcome sign that read; "Welcome to the Northern Village" had it's 'Northern' wiped out and slowly replaced. All the inhabitant's skins slowly turned white, like a stem of sorts as they anchored themselves into the ground.
Back at the hunter's cabin where the faceless man dwelled in, a sigh escaped. Seems like the curse was set foot earlier than expected. They had forgotten to mention the travellers one important detail when they sent them off. "The Northern Village was previously named..." The faceless man looked out of the window, where a blood red streak shot into the air. It was the scoll passed by them a couple hours ago.
"...The Mushroom Village."