The Least Common Denominator

XLIII.IV TImed Mechanics

And as I walked through the valley on the shadow of fiery death, I will fear no heat stroke, for it was still a few hours away from midday. It wouldn't be inaccurate to say that the temperature was at a pleasant thirty degrees Centigrade, but that was with me already having a distinct resistance against heat-based obstacles due to my own affinities. Realistically, it was probably already pushing thirty-five by now, and that would only rise from there the higher the sun rose throughout the day.

"And wasn't that gonna be fun for later..."

Roaming the market streets with nothing but my own pocket money, I kept an eye out for a handful of ingredients in my mind as I aimlessly followed a crowd of fellow market-goers through their paces. I wasn't in any hurry anyway, seeing that I had only now just remembered how ridiculously long it took to make a decent demi-glace sauce was. Witho