Chapter 42: Those aren't to eat, they're to bargain

Chapter 42: Those aren't to eat, they're to bargain

Dantes watched the corpse disposal with mild fascination. He was no stranger to rot and decay, not in midtown, and certainly not down in the Pit. Still, seeing it sped up by the frenzy of rats and roaches, while the roots of the nearby plants dug into the corpses, their roots finding fresh blood in their veins, that was thankfully a unique and new experience for him.Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only

When they were done he moved over to each of the bodies and pried off the ears hed had his fellow vermin leave for him. He placed them in a small pouch and glanced at the corpses up close. They were mostly skeletal, and the roots and vines that had grown through the bodies seemed to criss-cross all throughout it as if they had taken the place of their veins. In the center of it, he noticed that their hearts were still intact. For a moment he swore he saw them beat, but after blinking and rubbing his eyes he didnt detect any more movement.

He was tired. Exercising his abilities, fighting, even with his increased strength and stamina it was an unfamiliar and exhausting experience. He reached out his awareness, and felt a wave of satisfaction wash over him. The garden was content, more so than it had been in a month. The vermin were happy too, with stomachs full of warm flesh. His marks showed that hed made up a bit of the ground hed lost in the fight as well.

He moved over to pick up the young elfs long dagger. He didnt know much about metal that wasnt gold or silver, but could tell it was high quality. The older elfs thin sword was also a beautiful piece, and he found another small dagger in a sheath that he must've hidden somewhere in his clothes. He slipped all of the weapons into his belt and stretched. If the Consortium wanted the source of the fruit this much, that only added to the leverage he had with them. It was time to make them an offer.

He started walking out of the cavern, when he felt Jacopo crawl through his jacket to the pouch hed stored the elf ears in.

What are you doing? asked Dantes.

Getting a snack.

Those arent to eat, theyre to bargain.

Jacopo crawled up his jacket and sat on his shoulder. Id assumed they were for me.

Dantes sighed. It might undercut a dramatic gesture later, but Ill give them to you when Im done.

Jacopo considered that for a moment. Okay. he crawled across Dantes back to the opposite shoulder, ducking down when Dantes moved to get down through a particularly narrow passageway. What are you bargaining for?

My escape.

Is that not what the seed is for?

Dantes smiled. I appreciate that.

Dantes walked through the tunnels and past Collared territory to where the smaller gangs in the Pit gathered. Those too principled, or more likely, too impure to be part of the larger racial gangs tended to bunch up in smaller groups to stay alive. A few of them were entire gangs that got thrown into the pit at once, and others had formed when theyd arrived. They were as varied as the cobblestone on a midtown street, and engaged in near constant infighting. In general that meant that they were left to their own devices. Hed heard stories of the smaller gangs gathering into a genuine force before, but they always wound up being crushed by the elves, dwarves, orcs, and Consortium who were unwilling to let that threat to their own power exist.

Dantes passed by a few dice games, a brawl, a younger man with his hair in braids and his eyes covered in makeup, and a group gathered around a large stew pot, each of them throwing in mushrooms, bits of rat, and clippings of greenery in an attempt to make something edible and filling for the group to share. He received a number of looks as he passed by, but none of them made any attempts to stop or bother him. He was better fed, better armed, and a number of them had heard the rumors of a man by his exact description taking out both the Elven Kings, and his recent work with the changelings against the orcs. If hed been wanting to go incognito he couldve drawn his cloak and hid his blades, but he wanted Grimald to know he was on his way, and that meant causing a bit of a stir before he went to meet him. All that said, he still had Jacopo watching his back and shifted his focus across the various vermin around him to ensure that he wasnt being tailed.

Dantes rounded a corner to a small cul de sac of cells. It was prime real estate, and unlike the rest of this section of the prison it wasnt a mire of filth and hopelessness. Drawing of nude elves, orcs, and gnomes had been stuck to the walls of the three cells, there was a smell of fresh rather than rotten food, and there even seemed to be attempt to keep the trash and leftover food in a specific corner rather than letting it drop where it may.

He heard some light laughter and saw a small fire in the center. Around that fire sat Zak, Jayson, and Jayk. Jayson was mixing together surprisingly appetizing ingredients into a small pan, while the other two seemed to be counting and measuring goods. Clearly the small jobs and contacts hed hooked them up with were helping the Shadow Cats out quite a bit.

You three come up with a new name yet? Dantes asked as he stepped into the light of their fire.

They all jumped, Jayson only barely keeping himself from spilling his food.

Jayson rallied the quickest of the three. Dantes, uh no, were still working on that. He looked around, as if looking for something to hand him or lean against. Eventually he settled on gesturing with the small pot toward Dantes. Would you like something to eat?

Dantes smiled, and moved over to the stone that Zak was sitting on. He gave him a look and Zak took the meaning quickly and made room for him. Dantes sat on the raised stone and looked at Jayson. I could eat.

While Jayson started divvying up the food into clay bowls, Jayk settled in and Dantes could tell he was thinking things through. How had Dantes known where they slept? What did he want? In truth hed had a few rats find their base for him.

Can I ask why youre here? asked Jayk. More info on that job the changelings needed done?

Dantes shook his head and took a bowl as Jayson handed it to him. They only had three, so Jayson ate straight from the Pot. What I need from you is simple. He drew each of the weapons hed taken from the elves and placed them in front of himself. Backup.