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When Zlata arrived at the camp, she was shocked. There were so many people. They bustled around in crowds, chatting, eating, or looking busy, but who could tell. They all wore the knee length yellow tunic with golden trim, and the black sash mandated by the camp. Zlata herself was clad in this garb. Her tunic was pale yellow, and the neck square-cut. Her sleeves had been cropped. Her tunic was belted with black leather, and a slit beginning just below the waist went all the way to the hem. She wore black, knee length shorts and the standard leather sandals. Zlata's sash was knotted around her head, blending with her ear-length black, pixie-like hair. Her hair framed her face, and contrasted and brought out her red eyes.
Slung over Zlata's back was a leather backpack containing chalk, pencils, ball point pens, four quills or calligraphy, and a note book bound with black leather provided by the camp for all purposes. And inside another pocket was her lunch.
Zlata took a piece of paper out of the pack and looked at it. It had directions how to get to a circular stadium above the forest. She set off, following the main steam of people. As she walked, she scanned the crowd for familiar faces, and found none. Zlata continued.