Black Mould - Thirty-Four - Smile, Nod, and Refuse

Black Mould - Thirty-Four - Smile, Nod, and Refuse

Black Mould - Thirty-Four - Smile, Nod, and Refuse

Unfortunately for me, the delvers didnt all group up in one spot. There were a few groups of them spread out here and there.

Fortunately for me, though, all those groups reached the dungeon via the same path.

The chaos around the dungeon wasnt entirely chaotic. Once I looked around for a while I could make some sense of it. There were people with badges on their lapels, the same Ditz logo as above the dungeon, organising things so that everything flowed.

It took an hour or two for me to notice the pattern.

First, a group of delvers would enter the dungeon. Then, some minutes later, the first group of harvesters would go in after them. Usually there would be quite a few of them. Following them were the people who dragged resources out of the dungeon, as well as people who carried materials and supplies in. The last group was mostly made up of kids, from preteens to a few who might have been fourteen or fifteen.

I decided to name the individual groups for my own peace of mind: delvers, harvesters, carriers, and supporters.

The delvers were the first of any batch to go into the dungeon, and the last to come out, usually right after the harvesters that had gone in after them left.

The problem in keeping track was that the dungeon clearly had more than one section, so there could be multiple groups destined for different sections entering the dungeon all at once, not to mention carriers from different sections moving in and out constantly, with supporters darting in with water and the occasional tool.

Each section had an armband associated with them. There were different colours, but for the most part, they were plain beige with a number and letter written on them. I had no idea what they represented exactly, but the groups who went in all wore the same tag.

Organised chaos.

And once I figured out how that chaos was organised, it was easy to exploit it a little.

I wasnt the only person selling food. There were quite a few stalls on the periphery, and even a few merchants who loitered near the entrance selling to whomever passed by. Usually they sold water which theyd pour out from big tanks into tin cups that the buyer would down on the spot before handing back.

I chose not to question the hygiene of hundreds of people drinking from literally the same cup.

My tactic was a little different. I stood on the very edge of the dungeons area, where the mana loss wasnt quite as bad. Then, when I noticed a group of harvesters moving out of the dungeonusually looking rather rough and sweatyId dart in, set up my table so that the wind would carry any smells towards the dungeons opening, and immediately started cooking some mushrooms.

Most of the time, the next group out of the dungeon, other than maybe a passing group of carriers, were the delvers.

It took some work to get the timing down, and I could tell that Eight-Three-Eleven was both confused, curious, and maybe a bit frustrated with the way I moved in and out at first, but when I set up and had mushrooms sizzling for the first time just as a group of delvers stepped out, I think she caught on.

Hey there, delvers! I called out. Want a snack as a reward for your hard work? First skewers free! Magic-restoring mushrooms! To help with your mana stores after all of your hard work!

There was no room for shame when selling stuff.

Thanks for the tip! I said with the biggest, most innocent smile I could manage.

Lean-and-means friend seem to think that this was hilarious. He didnt, but I could tell that he wasnt going to push things. Smacking a kid around wasnt a good look, not to someone trying to be professional about things, and this guy seemed like he had a Rod of Professionalism shoved up his rear.

A few more delvers from the group came over while lean-and-mean walked off with a shake of his head. He still ate the mushrooms though. I could live with the loss of the skewer. I placed more mushrooms on the grill and made quick business with the next delvers to show up. Not too many sales, but a few.

Then the moment the last customer was off and the delvers were away from the entrance, I shut off my burner and picked up my table. Lets move, I said.

Eight-Three-Eleven grabbed the other end of the table and we scurried out of the way while one of those organisers gave us the stink-eye. I made a mental note to bribe them later, if I could. That might be hard to pull off, but it might also be worth it. Id give the Bullies a free sample when they patrolled around the edge too, just to stay on their good side and to prove that I was nothing but an innocent child doing innocent child stuff.

I was preparing for a second trip next to the dungeona group of harvesters had just leftwhen I noticed that the chaos had changed a little. It was hard to notice initially, just a shift in the way people walked some more rubbernecking. The Bullies jogging across the dungeon grounds was really what clued me in.

A fresh group had gathered close to the dungeon, maybe some fifty or sixty people in all. They were dungeon workers: harvesters, supporters, and carriers, with tags around their arms.

I think we should stay back for a bit, Eight-Three-Eleven said.

Whats happening? I asked.

The group was blocking access to the dungeon. Not the way out, but they stood in the path of the carriers returning into the dungeon. There was chanting, but we were too far out to hear it.

More eco-protestors?

Then the signs came up. Just two of them, held up by angry-faced young men.

Team 85G Demands Justice!

Protestors, Eight-Three-Eleven said.

What are they here for? I asked. I didnt exactly have my ear on the ground for news about the dungeon, after all.

I never got to hear Eight-Three-Elevens reply.

A man moved up to the front of the group. A delver, in the same armour as most of the others. Cleaner, maybe, and with a long coat draped atop his breastplate.

He raised an arm, and the world before him warped with violent intent.

For the first time in the six years Id been in this world, I saw magic in all of its raging fury.

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