The two are not contradictory.
"...Hey, buddy, where should we go?" she murmured to herself, her fingers instinctively fiddling with the short dagger at her waist.
This dagger had countless times given her a sense of security in the darkness, but now, it felt exceptionally heavy.
There were only a few people on the street—Mole People, Skeletons, mercenaries, and several surface adventurers in worn leather armor. Their eyes occasionally swept over Chris, but no one paid attention to her.
She stood there like a ghost forgotten by the world.
After standing still for a long time, Chris finally started walking, slowly heading towards the caravan's camp outside the town.
The caravan's campfire illuminated the guards' armor; they were talking in low voices, occasionally laughing.
She knew these merchants would head to the surface, and Thunder County was the only place she was familiar with there.
