Chapter 54: You shouldn't, it's a lie

Chapter 54: You shouldn't, it's a lie

Dantes woke up on the floor. Hed moved there at some point during the night when hed found the bed too soft to sleep on. He took a deep breath and took in his surroundings. Light coming in through the windows, the sleeping forms of an orc and a dwarf softly snoring in his bed, and Jacopo less than a foot from his face loudly chewing some leftover sweetmeats.

Been awake long? he asked, not out loud since he didnt want to wake Alessa and Tieara, rather through the connection they shared.

Several hours. I didnt need the same rest you did.

Dantes stood and stretched. He was sore, but his spirits were high, his stomach was full, and hed enjoyed a satisfaction hed last experienced with Mercedes more than five years before.

Been eating the whole time?

Jacopo shrugged. Much of it. The food is much better up here. The sights and smells are different too. The light though Jacopo squinted as he looked out the window. It will be much harder to hide.

Dantes nodded. Dont worry, if were doing any sneaking it will still be at night for the most part.

Dantes walked over to where hed placed his pack and pulled out the graverobbed clothes hed purchased the previous day, slipping them on. They were a good fit, one of the benefits of being so average in size was that most of the clothes he stole or bought tended to fit him fairly well.

He looked over at the soiled clothes from the last day, his eyes lingering on his coat. He had shivs, random coins, spider fangs, stolen baubles, seeds from his garden, and Televors finger inside of it. The coat had served him well for the entire time he was in prison, but now it was soiled beyond belief and riddled in holes of all kinds, including several which he could tell were from Jacopos bored gnawing. Hed need a new coat at the very least. The dagger hed taken from the elves was in rough shape as well, but not so bad a blacksmith couldnt repair it, or a Dantes himself with a whetstone and some time.

On top of new equipment hed need to figure out a new source of favor from the god of rats and the god of roaches. He looked at his arm. Some additional favor had trickled into to both of them, likely from the garden and the orcish corpses hed left in his wake, but now that he wasnt the one granting permission to use the garden, he wasnt sure if hed continue receiving favor when they found themselves some rotting fruit on the ground to eat. He also was disappointed his dream had been of the strange figures again rather than a meeting with the god of bats.

He grabbed one of the sweetmeats on the plate, then a piece of cheese, then two crackers before putting the whole thing in his mouth to chew. He reached out his senses, seeing how far he could send them. He could feel rats sleeping in the dark recesses of alleyways and inside walls, roaches, silverfish, pigeons and crows on the roofs surrounding him, weeds valiantly fighting to grow through concrete and cobblestone, small pots of flowers near death or strong and thriving depending on who was caring for them, and at the very edge of his senses he could feel a small shipment of fish from the dock with several of them clinging to life as the suffocated beneath the corpses of their fellows.

He almost choked on his food as the information flooded him, and began coughing until he was able to drink some water to finish choking it down. He heard stirring front he bed and looked over to see Tiera and Alessa yawning and stretching languidly.

Dantes took another sip of water to clear his throat.

Sorry about that, didnt mean to wake you.

Tieara brushed her long curly hair from her face and scratched her head. Salright. We shouldnt have slept in so much anyway. Madame gets pissy if we miss breakfast. She slid off the bed and began searching for her clothes. She was a dwarf, and so stood more than a foot shorter than Dantes, but was a bit broader. Dantes watched her move around appreciatively.

Alessa began to sit up too, and began coughing.

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The bottom floor of the Vivacious Vixen had transformed in the daylight. The pink curtains that had been lining the walls were all drawn to reveal the plain worn wood behind them. There were two tables lined up, each seating nearly ten people. Dantes saw Decker and Sera, and then he saw Zilly walk from the kitchen behind the bar carrying a plate of heavy sausage, and another of roast pigeon. There was already bread and jam on the bar, as well as plates and forks stacked to the side, like a buffet.

Dantes looked around, but didnt see Vera, and so went to the bar to get himself a plate. He could feel Jacopos hunger in his right pocket as well, a mirror and an amplifier of his own. He noticed some stares in his direction from a few of the ladies, but he didnt bother introducing himself. In places like the Vixen, everyone would know everything everyone else knew about him by the time he sat down. With his plate stacked high, he moved to sit in an empty space next to Decker and across from Sera, where he began tucking in with abandon, only pausing to either drink, or pass small pieces of sausage to Jacopo in his pocket.

I thought for a moment you might be a third mate after seeing you in clean clothes and freshly bathed, but you definitely eat more like a cabin boy, said Sera.

Dantes smiled. Im a captain actually, got a crew of thousands and a ship faster than the breeze. Food on it is shit though, so its nice to have a good meal for a change.

I dont believe youre a captain."

You shouldnt, its a lie. A very obvious one. Its okay, I made simple observations when I was child too.

Sera blushed slightly, she wasnt as good at taking insults as she was giving them, but Dantes had been raised by a whore and sometimes a sailor, so he was quite adept at both.

You were close though. Im just a deckhand.

The lie let her regain a bit of composure and solidified his backstory.

Does Vera not typically eat breakfast with you?

Normally she does, but shes off to get a priest for our monthly cleansings.

Dantes nodded. The best whorehouses were able to hire a priest on a routine basis to cleanse anything the girls may have picked up. The Vixen seemed to be thriving under Vera.

She asked me to tell you to wait to head out until she got back, said Decker, his voice a soothing baritone.

Thanks for passing that along, and for the wine recommendation. It was great, you must have a very refined sense of taste. Dantes was just buttering him up, and being obvious about doing so, but Decker smiled and nodded anyway.

That being said, I wont be waiting for her. Let her know Ill be back by noon though, particularly if Zilly is cooking lunch as well. He shot a wink to her which she returned with a nod, but no change in expression.

She was wearing blue trousers and a red shirt this time, and her muddy blonde hair was in an orderly bun on her head. He made a note to himself to try and make her laugh, something told him it would be worth the effort.

He stood up and went back up to his room, gathering his things into a bag. He scooted the bed to the side and pried a floorboard up with his knife. In that compartment he hid everything he was planning on leaving there. The Vixen was a nice enough, but a whorehouse was still not a good place to leave valuables laying around. Hed get some new clothes and equipment, and see what he and Jacopo could learn about what was happening in the city.