Death Cap - Five - Passing as Innocent to Hide the Knife

Death Cap - Five - Passing as Innocent to Hide the Knife

Death Cap - Five - Passing as Innocent to Hide the Knife

Pl-please dont hurt me, I whimpered while I worked as hard as I could to get my hands up and onto the face of the person straddling me on the ground. If I could only jam my thumbs into his eyes and rip them out

Dregs!

Get off! Stew shouted.

The kids got some fight, why are you all so afraid for it? the goblin atop me growled.

I needed a knife. Maybe one in a sheath around my wrists or something where Id be able to grab it easily. Get off me! Please! I whined.

The goblin turned and stared down at me, teeth set in a dangerous grin. No, he said, and I got a whiff of his rancid breath. Youve got a lot of fight in you for someone whos calling out surrender.

A hand reached down and grabbed the goblin by the back of the shirt and suddenly his weight was off me.

I scrambled back and onto my feet, grabbing my bag as I did. Why hadnt I brought at least a knife?

Put me down, Gary, the goblin said. Or maybe you want to feel my wrath next?

The man I assumed was Gary shook the goblin from side to side. Shut up, Dregs. What is wrong with you, attacking a kid like that?

You heard it insulting me! he growled.

Gary tossed the goblin down, then pointed a finger at its face. Dont fucking move, he warned. Then, to Stew and I, he spoke a little softer. Im sorry about that. You called him a goblin. Hes not. Its considered a great insult among his kind to compare them to goblins.

I waited a few seconds, taking in my surroundings. A few heads had poked over the fence to see what was going on, and some of the boys thatd been loitering outside were looking within. I wiped my behind free of dust. Its fine, I said cautiously. I didnt mean to insult him? If hes not a you know, then what is he?

Im a hobgoblin, he said.

I had no idea what the difference between that and a goblin was. To be fair, the only goblins Id seen were from way off and in the papers, and the latter were usually dressed in some insulting manner.

Alright then, I said. My apologies.

You dont mean it, Dregs said.

I dont, I shot back. But my back hurts and you scared a few years off of me, so fairs fair.

He grumbled, but a warning look from Gary kept him back.

Youre not the kid of anyone from here. And Id recognise any two-limbed man passing by, Gary said. What are you here for?

Im not part of your union, I said. Im here to talk with someone responsible.

Gary hooked his thumbs through his belt. And what about? he asked.

Check them for weapons, as you ought to have done already. Ill speak to Markham and see if he has time.

Gary shrugged apologetically as he turned to me then got to one knee. I was patted down, which was uncomfortable, but he was professional and fast. He took my bag too, and checked through it. Of course, he found the puffballs Id stuffed in there, but I dont think he could tell them apart from any other mushroom.

That was lucky, probably. What if he could tell that they were dangerous? Then what?

Janet returned from the office. Mister Markham will be ready to meet you now, she said.

I nodded my thanks and stepped into the next office. There were two people there. A middle-aged man with a bit of a potbelly behind a big desk, and a second man in plain clothes standing with his arms crossed by the corner. A guard?

Hello little one, the man behind the desk said after looking me up and down.

Hello, sir, I replied.

He was well-dressed. A button-up and suspenders, with a bowler hat sitting on the edge of his desk to complete the look and a coat hanging from a hook next to the door. Please, sit, he said with a gesture to one of the chairs across from his desk.

I sat. Thank you for having me, sir, I said.

Well, Janet said you were interesting, and so far shes not wrong. So, how can Local Clearford help you?

I paused. That was the district of the city we were in. I imagined that the union was split up, otherwise it would be far too easy to take it out. Im a native from here, and Ive been looking to start a business. I thought that maybe you could help me.

We do give out loans on occasion, he said, but I was shaking my head already. Not that, then. Im curious, what sort of business does a six-year-old run?

I sell mushrooms, I said. And I grow them too. I opened my satchel and plucked one out. It was one of the more magical ones. I knew because Id put it at the very top. It was my nicest mushroom so far.

Markham took it and looked at it from a few different angles. Impressive, I suppose. Can you grow anything else?

Just mushrooms, I said.

Interesting. We dont usually have businesses reach out to us, you know. Most of the time its the other way around.

I need help, and I need information, I said. I dont earn much besides, only enough to keep my family fed and my little farm going. If I can grow, I can earn more, and then I wouldnt mind sharing.

He chuckled. And you came yourself instead of your father, why?

I dont have a father anymore, I said.

Oh, forgive me. The number of orphans in this city is terrible.

I nodded. The Bluertons killed him.

I think I could have heard a pin drop.

Markham hadnt been taking me seriously. I knew because now his idle curiosity sharpened, and I almost felt his gaze on me.

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