Chapter 20: A fool's game

Chapter 20: A fool's game

Once all Dantes preparation was done, he returned to the Collared to find not just Wane, but Tel waiting for him by their entrance. He felt the rats that were trailing him slip through cracks in the walls, or scurry through dark corners as the majority of them made their way to the undermarket. Roughly two dozen stayed near him, including a couple hed tied mirror shards to. He trusted Merle to do his best to keep things civil, and he already knew that the Kings had accepted the deal thanks to a bit of spying Jacopo had done before hed arrived, but tensions were high, and it never hurt to have a backup plan.

Tel looked a bit dejected and hesitated to say anything, so Wane spoke up first.

Merle told me to tell you that the elves took you up on your offer. Theyre waiting at the undermarket for you to show up. You have until the end of the day today, or else theyll hunt you. They promised they promised that if you did that, theyd flay you alive with dull knives.

Lovely.

Tel stepped forward. Youre sure about giving up? It doesnt seem like you to just let them cut off your head like this.

Im sure. I want to go out quick and clean. Not hunted down and beaten to death. Not starving in my little cave scared and waiting for them to find me. I want it on my terms. Besides, this way I can do the Collared a solid on my way out.

Speaking of doing a solid. said Wane not so subtly.

Youre shameless, you know that?

Its one of my better qualities. Get it from my mother I think.

I left a map to my cave in a hidey hole. Tel knows where it is. He looked to him. Remember where I hid that mirror shard? Thats where it is. Wanted you to have first dibs on what Im leaving behind. Smoked mostve my weed though, so you wont find much of that.

Wane chuckled. We smelled as much before you even rounded the corner.

Dantes shrugged. There are worse ways to spend a final day.

Tel grimaced again. I could smuggle you food, you know? We could work things out that you could lay low for years. The Kings could lose interest eventually.

Dantes shook his head. I already live half a life here in the pit, I wont live an eighth of one.

Wane nodded sagely. Theres wisdom in that.Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only

Tel just threw up his hands . Alright. I tried. Fuck.

Dantes considered for a moment telling him his plan when he saw the distress he was causing him. That moment ended quickly though. He liked Tel, that didnt mean he trusted him.

Probably a rapier through the heart, said one of the escorts, a strangely muscular elf. The traditionalists usually favor that way.

Too vain for beheadings?

That and back in the Fey realm it wasnt as much of a guarantee of death. Theres an old story of a green knight it was a whole thing.

Rapier through the heart isnt too bad. Appreciate the information, It also impacted a few last minute decisions he needed to make.

What I was saying is that Ill be going too.

Dantes frowned. Why?

Syn may need a shoulder to cry on after youre gone. I want to be the first to volunteer, he lied, poorly.

Im pretty sure shell have her hands full with other business. Feel free to lie and tell her it was my last wish that shed give you a lay for free.

Tel put a hand on Dantes arm, managing a brief smile. Youre a true friend.

He nodded, though he knew a true friend would do everything he could to keep him from walking into the chaos he was about to cause.

With nothing left to say, the group began the walk to the undermarket. Unlike the roundabout paths, and strange caverns Dantes usually wound his way through, the group went straight to the undermarket. It made him nervous, even more so than his unfolding plot. The group made it to the market in roughly half the time it usually took him to do so, and the dwarven guards waved them through with no issue.

Just as hed seen through Jacopos eyes, there was a large crowd gathered. Members of all the major gangs were milling about, as were randoms, gamblers, and the usual degenerates that made up the thriving Underprison community.

He took a moment to disperse the rats that were still with him, and had them take their positions. He checked on the other rats that hed sent ahead and found that they were already in place, or at least near enough that it didnt matter. They were good at following orders, especially when Jacopo assisted him in ensuring that they understood them. He quickly checked the ratmark on his arm. It still had a full fang of gold left.

The crowd parted when they noticed Dantes and the Collared that were with him. At the far edge of the crowd he saw the Elves gathered and waiting, smirks on their faces as they looked down their noses at him.

Reivare, still shirtless as he had been every time Dantes had seen him, leapt down from the crudely erected stage. His tattoos shifted and moved, as they played across his lean musculature making it look as if the tree on his chest was swaying in the wind. He gestured to the crowd and looked directly at Dantes.

Let this be an example to all of you. To cross me, to cross your betters, is a fool's game. This mutt realized that and chose the only smart move he could, choosing not to play.

Dantes clenched his jaw, feeling his small tusks poke against the inside of his cheeks. He hadnt even begun to play.