If it weren't for prior knowledge, anyone would see it as some small vendor's warehouse.
The surrounding was bustling with voices, vendors of various skin colors were hawking strange wares.
A green-skinned Goblin held up a Crystal Ball that would automatically change color, promoting its "prophetic function" in a shrill voice;
Next to him, a Half-beastman blacksmith showcased weapons still steaming, the hammering sounds thunderous along the street.
But strangely, this bustling crowd seemed completely oblivious to the recently descended aircraft, nor did they notice the two people stepping out of it.
Their gazes would naturally glide past this area, as if it didn't exist at all.
Even if someone inadvertently looked in this direction, their eyes would become vacant and bewildered, then turn elsewhere, as if nothing had just happened.
Ron nodded, activating the Hermit's Knowledge for deeper Perception.
