Although the massive metal remains and the temporary modern houses make the scene resemble something from a post-apocalyptic work, their actual life is quite decent. They can go to the city to buy supplies, and aside from the slightly oppressive metal ceiling, their life seems more lively than some of the barren mechanical structures on the surface of the City of the Ship's Rudder.
It's dinner time now. Most people are wearing work clothes, some with their outerwear removed, or wearing undershirts or going shirtless, gathered in groups of three or five, either feasting heartily, or already drinking, playing cards, and chatting.
When Li Ang and his group arrived, they attracted some curious glances, which were quickly averted after noticing Morales.
"Are all the people here from the Shadow Factory?" Andasu asked.
"Yes," Xiaomo smiled, "Did you imagine this as a gathering place for bitter and resentful people or a cult-like gang?"
