Chapter 24: We'll see how the next roll goes

Chapter 24: We'll see how the next roll goes

With the deal made, Dantes left Mez to his brewing and headed back to his cave. The trek was easy, particularly without the weight of the sack hed carried on the way there. Once he was back in his cave he checked his ratmark and saw that one fang mark was full again, lit gold on his skin. The rats had clearly enjoyed the meal hed offered them, and their god had granted his favor for it. Hed head back into the garden shortly to feed the plants his blood that they so desired, but he had other plans first.

It was going to take time for Mez to brew the first batch, and he wouldnt want to approach the Consortium without something in hand; they tended to react poorly to that. He also needed more information on how things were going since hed destroyed the Kings. If they were truly shattered, if theyd consolidated their power, or if just a small faction was left dedicated to killing him, he needed to know before he started showing back up again. He also wanted to see what he could do about Iron in the Mine. He still had bruises from the beating hed given him, and he wanted to return the favor. He had other revenge hed rather be focusing on above in Renhold, but, until he found his way out of the Pit, Iron would be his focus.

Jacopo, I need to know whats going on in the rest of the pit, will you be my eyes?

Jacopo opened a single eye to look at Dantes. Cant you make the other rats do it?

Im trying to save favor. Besides, you remember the dwarf that struck us both?

Jacopo stretched and flexed his claws. Yes.

I want him dead, or at least diminished, and the information we gain could help with that.

Jacopo tilted his head, now fully awake. What do you need?

I need you to travel through to the undermarket, then into dwarf territory. Listen to a few conversations, watch some goings-on.

He stood, and hopped off his small perch. You carried me on the last trip. I will carry you on this one.

You sure Im not too heavy? asked Dantes with a half-smile.

Jacopo regarded him with a blank stare.

Dantes shrugged and laid on his bed, focusing on seeing what Jacopo was seeing. There was a kind of handshake when his attention arrived at the rats mind. An acknowledgement that Jacopo knew that he was there.

Jacopo scurried quickly out of the cave and began making his way toward the Collared. He stayed mostly in cracks in the walls, or traveling through narrow passages too small for anything except other rats and those few roaches brave or stupid enough to travel in rat-tunnels. Dantes could feel the cold stone as Jacopos feet touched it, and even felt the strain as he squeezed through some of the narrower holes to reach his destination.

They reached the opening to the collared territory. There were two guards at the entrance instead of the usual one, and both seemed far more focused and aware than those guarding the entrance usually were.

Lets look around here a bit

Jacopo heard Dantes words in his head, and complied, scurrying along the wall past the guards, who had no reason to trouble themselves over a rat. Inside the walls, the Collared all seemed more animated than usual. More of Merles closer disciples, those who joined him in his exercises, were out and about their massive forms looming over their narrower brothers. Otherwise things were much the same, aside from a higher tension in the air. A few of them were working on magical formulae, or trading books, some were working to repair the rickety plumbing system that theyd created, and some were gambling.

Dantes urged Jacopo toward the gamblers, and he moved toward them carefully, taking position between a pipe and the ground nearby where they were rolling dice. It was difficult to tell at the angle Jacopo was looking at them, but Dantes thought he recognized Pillion, Wane, and Tel at the table.

Pillion rattled dice in a cup, then slammed it onto the ground between the three of them.Follow current novels at novelhall.com)

Whatever, replied Pillion, putting the dice in the cup and starting another roll.

Jacopo left after that, moving through the rest of the Collareds territory without any trouble. In the corridors between there and the Collared, he moved through the territory of some of the smaller, non racial, gangs. He didnt pass by close enough to actually hear anything, those groups tended to be hungry for rat meat, but even at a distance it was clear they were riled up and excited by what had happened the previous day. Voices were being raised, guards were more alert than usual, and goods were moving more freely between all of them.

At the undermarket Jacopo wove between a dwarven guards legs and immediately climbed the nearest rickety structure. He was far from the only vermin there. Other rats were eating chunks of viscera from the exploded elven kings, and smaller vermin, like roaches followed in their wake to pick at whatever was left.

The cleanup had mostly been left to individual storefronts, who had swept most of the corpses out into the passageways leading to the market, but due to the messy nature of their deaths, they couldnt easily remove everything. Jacopo and Dantes saw a group of halflings, dwarves, gnomes, and a few kobolds all having a discussion toward the center of the market. Some of them were talking to sellers, others to gang members and leaders, and even more to each other.

Jacopo moved across rooftops until he was close enough to hear one of the conversations between a halfling and a gnome on the outskirts of the group.

Obviously in the short term our profits are going to be down, but its hard to say how things will be without the Kings.

They definitely spent a lot at our bars, but lets be honest they started so much trouble that it cost us a lot of business as well.

Not to mention that they had those damned magic mirrors so they werent as reliant on us as the other gangs. Has the council said anything about what theyre going to do about the shakeup?

Well, I heard that theyre considering putting a hit out on the guy that attacked the Kings. Diontes or whatever his name is.

For the damage he did to the market?

Yeah, but theyre torn on it.

Really?

Yeah, on the one hand violence in the markets at a large scale like this, its bad for business.

And on the other hand?

The Kings were a bunch of knife eared assholes, and for the most part the council hated them.

The halfing shook his head. I mean, who knows if the guy even survived. Council could just be wasting their time.

The gnome shrugged, then gestured for the halfling to move a few steps away from the business in the center of the market. You uh, got any dust?

Yeah, skimmed some off the newest shipment. Need a hit?

Jacopo moved on from them. Neither he nor Dantes were interested in watching two smallfolk get high. They moved out to the edges of the Undermarket, where it connected to Clan Stonedust territory, catching a few more snippets of conversation along the way, and slunk into the dwarven halls.