The pattern absolutely made sense, it's just you haven't found the pattern yet :P. You continue into yet another crossroads, and the consistent growling behind you continued to get louder. This time, it was a baby blue flame on the left, a yellow flame in the middle, and a dark red flame on the right.

_{(Oh, but I quote narrators idea: 'You can add thoughts to your roleplay to make it more detailed' and that was literally my characters thoughts x3)}
She touched the blue flame

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=50963&page=281#2806 Author: Aphelion Time Posted: 1/9/2018 at 4:26 AM You can picture the cat perfectly in your mind, although you end up back in the spot you left off. The floating black mass of stuff seemed surprised. Eeh!? Back so soon?

Why do I keep returning to this spot? "Hello to you too" She said

Platinum growled You're wrong.....you see you dont just steal what is important to a thief and expect them to let it slide..... you should know that much she said her slit pupils glaring at him dangerously

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=50963&page=281#2808 Author: Aphelion Time Posted: 1/9/2018 at 4:40 AM "Nidia, are you crazy? We have no time to waste!" She yells, grabbing your wrist. "The wall has been there my entire life! I don't know, maybe you fell asleep during the time I was gone to get stuff and dreamed up all of this. There's no way the wall isn't solid." She drags you out of the room.

She let her walk outside, and then twisted her wrist to slip out of her grip.

There was a food merchant, a peddler with all sorts of trinkets, a blacksmith, a glassworker, a book seller, and merchants selling all sorts of clothing and cloth-related things.

See if the blacksmith has metal jars

*le shrug. Narrator was aware they were thoughts, and narrator was trying to be helpful :P*
The blue flame burned your hand, adding to the already painful cut that was on your left arm. It burned, however, it did not leave a mark.

It made a face. Didn't you say you were off to see a cat or something, eh?

You break free of her grip and Sarah yells after you, running behind you and trying to catch you. "We have no time for your hallucinations, Nidia!" She snarled as the entire place shook. "I'm getting you out of here, even if it costs me my life!"

(Roleplay it out... please? *Hopeful face*)
"Bro," the blacksmith said, hammering on some piece of metal as you approached. "I make metal things. I don't do jars. I do buckets and cans, yes, but not jars. Seriously, man, what do you think jars are made of?"

"Oh, threatening us now, are we?" He sneered, wrenching the spear away from your hands. "What're you going to do? Threaten us to death?" He cackled evil-y. "Ain't gonna happen, girlie." All guns from nearby buildings were now trained on your body.