Chapter 32: A Fey's sense of honor

Chapter 32: A Fey's sense of honor

Dantes and Televor moved through the tunnels between the Collared and the undermarket. It was busy, but not unusually so. It was common for the undermarket to be more active immediately before and immediately after a delivery from the Maw. Prisoners were placing bets as to what they thought would happen, trying to scrape together the materials theyd need to make a run for supplies themselves, attempting to make deals with the gangs to ensure theyd be guaranteed some food, or even just drinking because they knew they were as screwed on this drop as they had been with all the previous ones.

They passed by a couple of drinking halflings singing arm in arm, a group of haggling dwarves at a booth, and gave a wide berth to a group of five orcs that seemed to be going out of their way to start trouble. They reached the brothel, where Sevlyn was acting as the lure. She shifted into a dwarven woman with a beautifully braided beard, then a Kobold with rainbow scales of every color, and finally as they approached she became a young human woman wearing virginal white and an innocent smile.

Dantes raised up his hand in greeting. Hey Sevlyn.

She nodded at him and blushed. Two name no name, have you come to pluck this innocent flower?

Dantes chuckled. No, thats never really been my thing. I mean, I seduced a noblewomans daughter once, but that was business more than anything.

Tel patted his shoulder. How do you always know who's who? She couldve been Syn and I never wouldve guessed.

Dantes shrugged. No idea, I just can. He turned to Sevlyn. Speaking of Syn though, is she in? I wanted to talk to her for a minute.nove(l)bi(n.)com

Its always Syn lately, you never seem to have time for the rest of us, said Sev, her playful pouting shifting briefly in his vision to show the pitch black eyes and white face of her true form.

Syn doesnt use weighted dice, or a third arm to hold extra cards behind her back.

She pointed her head down, but kept her eyes focused on Dantes as if shed just been scolded. I would never do that.

Uh-huh. So is she busy or not?

She just finished up with a client if you want to head back. Sev shifted into a dark skinned tall elvish woman wearing only two palm fronds.

Thanks Sev, dont worry, Ill be back to gamble with you soon. Ill just have to cheat back.

She winked, and Dantes and Tel walked past her.

I really wish my parents had each named me two different things too.

Dantes shrugged. Its only useful in this incredibly specific circumstance, and it has its drawbacks as well.

Tel nodded. I mean, Im grateful they agreed on most things I suppose.

Dantes shrugged, Doesnt seem to matter. We both wound up in the Pit anyway. He knocked on Syns door.

Another client already? Ive hardly fixed my hair.

No, goods don't interest me at the moment.

Dantes cursed internally, but kept his expression neutral. Open favors were always trouble, a fact hed often taken advantage of. If he could just trade goods, it made it an easy simple exchange, services were another story.

Alright then. What do you need?

Syn smiled. The Orcs have been coming around and making trouble lately. Roughing up some of the other changelings, trying to get us to pay them for protection on top of what we already pay up to the consortium.

Bold, even for the Orcs.

She nodded. There used to be a kind of understanding with them. Since our services are provided to all the major gangs, theyve always kept things neutral with us in an attempt to not rock the boat. Now that the Kings are gone, and Clan Stonedusts leader lost his arm and left eye, the Orcs are no longer held in check.

Dantes frowned, last he'd heard it was an eye and a rib. Why me? Why not take care of them yourself with your nameless guards, or have the consortium lean on them?

She shook her head. The nameless arent the most capable fighters, good enough to kick out an over excited customer, but not take on the orcs in any serious numbers. The consortium is putting off helping us, they seem to be wary of poking the orcs at the moment as well with how much things have shifted.

Dantes nodded. This was his fault, but it wasnt necessarily a bad thing. A shake up would mean opportunities, he just had to find them.

Im just one man, Syn. This is a large ask.

I did save your life.

You did Dantes clenched his jaw. He kept his tally clear, he wanted to push for more from her than just to honor the favor, but he knew that wouldnt work for either of them.

Im not sure theyll work with me, but Ill try.

Syn nodded. Theyll work with the Elf Slayer. Ive heard more than enough bedroom gossip about their opinion of you to know that you have their respect.

Hmmm, maybe. He scratched his chin. I have a few things to trade for in the undermarket. Give me some time and Ill give you an update when I have one.

Syn nodded and began shifting into a tall thin elven woman with hair long enough to spread completely across the bed behind her, she turned her attention to Televor. Were you planning on shopping with Dantes, Tel or would you rather spend a bit of time with me?

Tel looked at her appreciatively, and swallowed. Well, I had been planning on doing some trading first I did pretty well with the dice the last few weeks and and hey Dantes, Ill catch up with you later alright.

Dantes nodded, unsurprised by the turn of events. Fine, just remember that you still owe me for that booze I gave you yesterday. Try not to spend everything.

Uh-huh, said Tel, already moving toward the bed.

Dantes shook his head and left the room, closing the door behind him. Orcs, hed certainly dealt with them a lot in the past. His own father was a half-orc of course, so he had a good grasp on them culturally, but his ancestry could be as much a curse as a boon when it came to interacting with them, particularly when his quarter elf blood came into play. Hed figure it out, hed made a deal that had saved his life, and now he had to pay it back. He wouldnt leave the debt unpaid.