Chapter 52: It's been a while

Chapter 52: It's been a while

The first mile or so that Dantes walked was nothing, but empty alleyways filled with trash and rats. Even with the mile of space between the Maw and the wall that sealed the space off, people still preferred to live as far from it as possible. Dantes couldnt blame them, he hadnt particularly wanted to live as close to it as he had either. He saw only vermin as he walked those first steps in the city, and he exchanged cursory hellos with them as he went, much to their surprise. Eventually, he began to run into the occasional homeless man sleeping off a hangover, or the sounds of someone living in an abandoned building, and in one case the corpse of a man who had taken too much dust and died with a wide grin on his face. After that, he started to hear the city proper, and could see through small cracks in alleyways signs of life.Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only

Dantes walked calmly toward the sounds of people, rickshaws, carriages, and commerce. He relished the noise of his boots on concrete echoing down the alleys as he moved. Before he entered the main road he looked at his outfit. While it had been coated in blood, now there was a nice thick layer of dirt and grime making it impossible to tell what was staining him, which saved him the trouble of needing to stick to the alleys. The sun was beginning to fade, and he cast a long shadow as he stepped out onto a main road, pulling up his hood, and falling in line with the rest of the crowd as he gradually made his way down the street.

He took stock of where he was as he calmly walked among the crowd. None of them had any clue he was a convict, and while people seemed animated it seemed mostly to be due to the end of the day causing a rush of people out of businesses and a few last ditch efforts at commerce from those businesses before everyone made their way home. Everyone was dressed in clean, but well worn to nice clothing with a few standouts here and there. The businesses were mostly cobblers, tailors, and the street was long and narrow. He realized he was on the worse end of needle street, where the average citizen of Rendhold could get their clothing repaired, or in very rare instances, made for a special occasion. The buildings there were low and clustered tightly together with only a few small slum towers scattered here and there behind them.

He could reach midtown relatively quickly from needle street, but after hearing that it was under the control of Mondego, he wasnt sure that would be wise. There was a chance no one would recognize him, it had been five years and he knew well that he no longer looked as he once did. Still, he wasnt about to start taking such heavy risks so soon after his escape.

Im telling you. I can see it from my apartment! A huge fucking tree just sprouted appeared out of nowhere.

Sure, Dan. How about you guy back to that apartment and sleep it off, okay buddy?

The man, Dan presumed Dantes, fumed. Im telling you, I know what I saw! Why do you think we saw all those guardsmen rushing that way earlier!?

Because some asshole accidentally scuffed a nobles boots. Or a shop didnt pay protection money. Who gives a shit?

Dantes kept walking. It would take some time for news of what had happened to travel, but the tree would be a hard thing to hide. Still, it wouldnt be smart for him to stay out on the streets as he was.

Outside of Midtown, he had few contacts, and of those he had even fewer that he trusted. He could simply find a room somewhere, pay for it, and settle in for the night and get his information slowly over time using Jacopo and whatever other Vermin he could muster. That wouldnt do though, not for his first night free. He wanted information, contacts, and one other thing that the one person hed consider trusting could provide.

He made his way further down the length of Needle street until he reached the worst part of it, where a few stalls sold clothes still soiled with gravedirt, and beggars began to outnumber working folk. He stopped at one of the obvious gravediggers stalls, and haggled for a fresh pair of pants, and shirt for a copper a piece. It wasnt the first time hed worn a dead mans clothes, though if he was lucky it might be the last. He shoved the clothes in his pack for later and from there he twisted down a few alleyways and began following the smell of salt and moisture. After twenty or so minutes of walking, he reached the edges of the docks. The sun had fully set at this point, and Dantes could see the groups of academy students escorted by guards as they went from lamppost to lamppost, lighting each of them with a bit of spellfire.

Dantes passed them by, keeping his hood drawn and moving down a few more side streets. It was strange, seeing magic being done so casually, hed grown unused to that in the Underprison. He was too tired to put much thought into it, the elation of his escape had given him the second wind hed needed to make it to this point, but he was flagging, and his feet screamed at him within his boots.

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Decker moved to the side, keeping an eye on Dantes as he moved to the bar. The interior of the place hadnt changed aside from maybe some new upholstery on the couches and the brothels inhabitants. The bar was a long piece of dark wood. There were curtains in shades of purple, pink, and light blue hung all over the walls hiding the aging wood walls behind them, and girls laid on heavily padded couches in various states of undress. He recognized none of them, but that was the nature of their business. Five years was more than enough time for a lot of turnaround, he was just glad that Vera was still there.

Dantes sat at the bar, and gestured toward a wine at the middle shelf. The half-elf woman bartending was wearing a thick cotton shirt, and dark brown trousers in sharp contrast to the other women in the bar. She nodded, and quietly poured him a glass. She had enough professionalism to make no comments on Dantes appearance. In appreciation of that, Dantes himself did his best to not stare at how well she filled out her shirt and trousers, which for a man who went from seeing only men to being in a brothel, took more self control than hed care to admit. He pulled a few copper from a pocket and slid it over to the woman, who nodded.

So, Decker, whatll it be for you?

He raised a hand to his chin, scratching it thoughtfully. He was a big orc, not Blud big, but certainly the proper size to be a bouncer at a whorehouse. His tusks were capped with decorative silver, and his hair was braided with jewelry that reminded Dantes a bit of Stonedust Clans beards.

Hmmm, Ill have a dry white today. A fresh bottle, pour it in a wide glass so that it can breathe. He pointed a thumb at Dantes. This one is paying.

The Elf sighed, reached up a bit above the middle shelf, pulled a corkscrew out and popped it, then she pulled out a wide brimmed glass and poured it in, giving it a delicate twirl as she did so. Here you are, your highness, she delivered the line without a hint of humor, which made it that much more amusing.

Decker smiled, Thank you much.

Dantes was sliding six copper her way before she even told him the prices.

She raised an eyebrow, but didnt question the convenience of it, and slid the coins toward her side of the bar.

Dantes sipped his wine in silence. The flavor was good, and the wine was strong, but strangely enough he remembered it tasting better than it was. Either the quality of wine had changed since he was in prison, or Mez really was a master brewer.

Dantes heard footsteps coming from the stairs, and saw first the young woman whod greeted him, and behind her someone else. She was an elegant five foot ten, wearing a plain emerald green gown, a silver necklace, and bengals shaped like foxes on each wrist. Her hair was auburn, with a few new streaks of white, and her face was still beautiful, even with a few new wrinkles.

Her eyes were wide with surprise and her mouth widened into a smile as she saw him.

Dantes smiled back. Hello Auntie, its been a while.