Death Cap - Eight - Well Shod to Trod a Future Path

Death Cap - Eight - Well Shod to Trod a Future Path

Death Cap - Eight - Well Shod to Trod a Future Path

I had a lot of things to prepare and... honestly, plenty of time to work on most of them.

First and foremost was my initial expedition into the Ditz Dungeon.

My plan was... pretty much to just walk in. Id prepare some of my more dangerous mushrooms for the trip, of course, and Id bring along some basic equipment, but from what I understood the first floor of the dungeon was a busy place.

I tallied up my money, then with a small coin purse (filled with cloth so that it wouldnt jingle and properly tucked under my overalls) I headed over to the open market near the Gutter to buy some essentials.

The market was a busy place in the mornings, especially since the stalls had just finished setting up when I arrived and the sellers were eager to start selling their things.

The first thing I bought was a good waterskin, something small but made of tough leather that I could tuck under my overalls against my side. Then I bought a better satchel, one with dividers on the inside of it where Id be able to store different sorts of mushrooms with ease.Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only

I found some small, finger-width glass vials for sale at one table and picked up a few of those. I wasnt going to bring most into the dungeon. I just wanted them for mycelium growth.

As it was, with Feronies Blessing providing ambient growth and all of my mushroom-related skills pushing on all cylinders, I could get some of my faster-growing mushrooms to go from mycelium to mushroom in a little under an hour.

That was pretty great, but it wasnt going to be weaponizable. Not unless I was prepared to lay traps.

And thats exactly what I intended to do.

If I was to complete the Ritual of Sporemageddon, I needed to get to the heart of the dungeon. At least, thats what my skill told me. I couldnt fight the monsters likely lurking in the dungeon, not on my own, and not with the very small amount of power I had.

My [Blight] skill was scary, but I didnt trust it to kill something before it killed me. My poisonous mushrooms required breathing or ingestion, and those poisons werent instant.

My next purchase was a knife.

You needed a permit to buy a weapon, but I didnt buy a dagger. Just a knife with a blade as long as my hand which came with a leather sheath. It felt nice to be wearing that, though I wore it under the back flap of my overalls at the small of my back.

I picked up a few more things after that. Two little tins of sardines and a small box of crackers. Luxury food for me. I had mushrooms I could eat but these took up less space in my satchel and left more room for the fun sort of mushroom.

Rope was a must, or course, so I found a decent length of that, then a small bundle of string that I negotiated down to a half-penny from the granny selling it. I considered buying a blanket, but then I could just knit something for myself.

He had a tape tucked in his pocket. He had me place my foot on a stool, then frowned at it before measuring it quickly. Wait here, he said.

I stared at the boxes for a moment. Some had prices scribbled on them, and I winced at the amounts. I could afford it, but it would set me back. My nest-egg back at the farm would be all I had left after today.

The young man returned with a bucket half-full of water and a piece of cloth. Wash your feet, he said.

I scowled, but... well, that was only fair.

I did as he asked while he pulled out a few boxes. Here, these arent popular, he said. The boots he took out were about as plain as could be.

Then why are you showing me these? I asked. I slid my foot in. It was a bit loose, but that was probably for the best. I could wear extra socks.

Because theyre easy to fix, he said. And theyre cheap, but are decently well made.

Oh, I said.

I tied the shoe up, somehow the action was still kind of familiar. Then I walked around in a circle. My steps were clunky and loud, and I felt unbalanced. The shoes didnt have the kind of comfy soles the shoes back in the before had, but it wasnt too bad. I guess Ill take them, I said.

The boy nodded, then asked that I pay him upfront. I did, taking out coins and paying him with exact change.

Then, to my surprise, he knelt down before me and took my booted foot in his hands. I was going to ask him what he was doing when I felt the boot shift.

He did the same to the other, and after he let go, I tested the boots. They fit perfectly, as if theyd been custom made just for me. I probably shouldnt have been too surprised. It made sense that cobblers would have cobbler magic of some sort.

Nearly all of my money drained, I walked out of the cobblers with my new shoes clunking along under me. Maybe Id get them shined? That seemed like the thing to do, at least if all the shoeshine boys were anything to go by.

On the way home I stopped by a small street-side stall that sold newspapers and little candies and bought two little chocolate bars and a copy of Delvers Delight, a periodical that was meant for delvers. The chocolate Id share with mom, the same way that Dada did with me, sometimes.

The next day would be my first excursion into the Ditz dungeon. For better or worse.

I had a million and one things on my plate, but a ton of them hinged on me being capable enough in the dungeon to hold my own.

How could I light this cesspool of a city on fire if I couldnt even handle one measly dungeon?

I skipped back home, new boots clack-clapping with every bounce.