Chapter 8: I really don't want to be stabbed.

Chapter 8: I really don't want to be stabbed.

Tels room was much as Dantes had expected it to be. A small stack of books in one corner, crudely carved incantations along the surface of the walls, a cushion on the floor, and a pile of them in the corner atop which Tel laid, snoring softly. Dantes knocked on the wall with his knuckles in an attempt to wake him, but he didnt stir. "Well, I tried", he thought before giving into his natural instincts and beginning a search of the room. Among the books, he found nothing uncommon, which was likely how Tel had afforded them, though he did find some tasteful charcoal etchings of horned women in scintillating poses that piqued his interest hidden between the pages of a few. He left those alone and searched around the rest of the room. Beneath the pillow he found a single cigarette, and in a corner he found a small barrel that had just enough food to last him another week. Tel hadnt been kidding when hed spoken of how broke he was. Still, the Collared looked out for each other, it wasnt as dire as it wouldve been if Dantes own supplies had dwindled to that point. Once hed found everything of value, he left it where it was. He was just staying sharp, besides he wouldnt steal anything when Tel had so little. It would almost certainly be noticed.

With nothing left to do, Dantes lightly kicked Tel on his bed.

Once I rest a few moments Ill be able to go again. Let me just catch my breath, he muttered tiredly.

Dantes kicked him more firmly.

This time he didnt even react.

Dantes moved over to the stack of books, lifted the heaviest of them, some thick tome written in scratchy text, and slammed it next to Tels head.

Professor, I swear I was awake! he blinked a few times, and looked at Dantes. Oh thats right Im in prison. He sighed. I was having the most wonderful dream.

Spare me the details.The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

He rubbed his eyes. I have to thank you for introducing me to Syn. That was the best night Ive had in a looong time. She did this thing with her-

Spare me those details as well. Dantes hadnt enjoyed hearing about peoples sexual escapades outside of the Pit, and he definitely didnt want to hear anything about the depravities that were happening inside of it.

Wait, why are you here? I couldnt find you after I left the brothel. Didnt search long though to be honest. The whole Undermarket seemed to be having a fit.

Did you hear any specifics?

No. Just lots of pissed off elves, or people trying to avoid pissed off elves. The elves wouldnt talk to me since Im half souled and everyone else wouldnt talk to me because they thought I was with the other elves.

Hmm, well Im sure its not important. Dantes said smoothly. He wanted Tel focused, if he got him excited about his situation it might make it harder for him to get what he wanted, or make him hesitant to be seen with him. I need to call on that favor you owe me.

Tel stood and stretched, his joints popping loudly as his long frame reached up and touched the ceiling of his cell. Any chance it can wait? Ill need to figure out whatever busy work I need to do for Merle to earn some extra food this month. Unless youve got a lead?

Dantes shook his head. No leads for you. I introduced you to Syn, that was the cost and I already paid it.

And if I refuse I suppose its a beating?

Need help finding it?

Dantes shook his head at Tels naivete, Hes going to say no because he thinks well steal it if we find it, and hes right. Lets get going.

Sal gave Tel a small apologetic nod in agreement to what Dantes had said, and then they left him behind as Dantes began to sense the rats scatter into the myriad small invisible tunnels around the Collared.

They walked into the dark passages, Tel ducking where Dantes could walk straight, as he guided him through the side passageways and cracks that he routinely navigated. Areas where the once perfect stone hallways had been destroyed by whatever cataclysm had killed the culture that had carved them.

Dantes considered bringing up his newfound abilities to Tel. They were clearly magical in some way, even if he himself was still not a mage. As he considered it though, he decided hed rather keep it to himself. It had more value as a secret, and he didnt trust anyone to keep a secret like that to themselves.

How is it that you know where youre going? Do you have some kind of marker you use? asked Tel as they walked through a passage, picking cobwebs off his robe with a look of clear discomfort on his face.

No, any marker I could see, someone else could use to follow me.

So its just memory then?

Dantes nodded. Partially memory, yeah. There are a few tricks to navigating that can be learned with practice.

Tel waited for Dantes to elaborate, but he didnt. Hed earned those skills, and was hesitant to share them when they provided him one of the few edges he had in the Pit. His skill at navigating the tunnels had come from a conversation hed had with a dwarf when hed first arrived. Hed been playing dice with him, when the dwarf had begun talking about how his people would dig out their cave cities. That reminded Dantes of a simple fact. The Pit wasnt random. It had been built and carved for a purpose, one that had existed long before it had been a prison. Once he understood that, the layout he had in his mind began to click. Even the collapses and cracks could be made sense of with a bit of context.

They reached the small dead-end cave that Dantes had stored the mirror in.

Perhaps your vision is better than mine, but I see no writing here. Tels eyes narrowed and he began backing toward the exit. Oh gods, youre going to try to take me as a woman arent you? Thats what this is about?

Dantes brought his hand to his face and slowly slid it down, sighing the whole time. You know Im friends with the changelings. If I wanted to spend time with a man in that way, I would ask one of them.

Oh. Right.

You probably should be more cautious about following other men into darkened tunnels. Your virtue aside, you could easily be stabbed, robbed, and left for dead.

Youve given me a lot to think about these last few days.

Dantes shook his head and approached the stone on the wall. He removed it, and pulled out the mirror, holding it out to Televor.

Tels eyes widened, and he brought it to his nose inhaling deeply. Roast meat. Gods I missed that smell.