Downtown Druid Chapter 3: It doesn't matter how you look

On either side of the entrance to the market stood dwarven guards, mbers of the smallfolk consortium, known by anyone outside it as the smallfuck consortium. They ran the undermarket, and the gang was made up of halflings, gnos, and the smattering of kobolds and dwarves that had either joined willingly for the perks or been hired on as muscle. Initially he expected the smaller races to be at a distinct disadvantage in the Underprison, but there were a lot of benefits to being small in a series of enclosed spaces. There were entire sections of the prison only they could access. Perfect for storing goods, or even finding what little scavenging could be had in the old tunnels.

The guards ignored them as they ca through. Theyd both been there before, and while they may try to extort so kind of entrance fee from Tel had he been alone, they sensed that it wouldnt be worth the trouble with Dantes. The odd pair walked to the edge of the market proper. The market had been built in the highest and widest part of the Pit aside from the maw itself. The buildings and booths were assembled from scraps of wood, cloth, and whatever else prisoners could scrape together. Those rchants that couldnt afford to build a storefront would lay down cloth and scatter their goods on it, or even just sell it from their person. Dantes took a deep breath and soaked it all in. The undermarket was the closest thing to his ho on the surface that hed had. A den of vice and sin full of possibility. His ho, that is, the undermarket itselfs possibilities were thoroughly limited by the fact that it was inside of an understocked underground prison.

Dantes ignored a man selling crude shivs, and another that was dealing dust, though he felt the sa pang he always did when he received the offer. Too expensive a habit to maintain in the Pit though. Back up top hed do a line or two to pass the ti or to add to his excitent for the next job. Hed spent a hard few weeks quitting when hed first arrived, the risk that surrounded it was much higher in the Pit.

Tel paused to gaze longingly at the bar in which a fight had just broken out. The powerful sll of hooch radiating from it with a enough stench to burn the hairs out of his nostrils.

Did you want booze, or company? Dantes asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. I dont think youd need my help with the booze, and Im here for a reason.

Tel shook his head. Sorry, I forgot how much I missed a strong drink at the tavern. I never considered it would be sothing Id lack easy access to.

Booze is easier to co by than a lot of vices down here at least. I know a kobold with a hidden still that has good rates. Ill introduce you.

Thanks Dantes.

No problem. he had told z hed send anyone interested in a strong drink his way and in return hed receive a bit of the brew or what they traded. He neglected to ntion his near certainty that what z brewed could cause blindness in large doses.

They walked through a few more ramshackle alleys to one of the largest buildings in the Pit, Which Wench, the changeling brothel. It was basically a long hallway with rooms separated by thin curtains of cloth, with a few having actual rooms toward the back. At the front was a large orc with a crude club and a human with a series of shivs belted at his waist. Their eyes were both completely white, with no pupils showing. They were naless. Dantes didnt know if they were n who had simply been too desperate on a lonely night, or had made a bad gamble, but there were many such under the changelings control. The changelings couldnt defend themselves, the agreent they made at their sentencing ant they had to follow rules in the pit that kept them from hurting others, or using their abilities to escape. Otherwise, theyd be impossible to keep in the pit. Luckily, they were too fey-blooded to break the agreent, though theyd found clever ways around it where they could.

Between them was a perky young half elf-girl wearing a short skirt and tight shirt. Then she was a well endowed and muscled orcish woman with bedroom eyes. Then she was a human woman wearing the clothing of nobility and a haughty expression. The n who walked by, even on their way to do other business, couldnt help, but look, and no seller bothered trying to hock their wares there, as no one wouldve bothered turning their gaze in the direction of their goods.

The now gno woman who almost certainly wouldnt be able to see her own feet waved at them.

Two-na, no na, welco!

Hello Syn. Calling Dantes is fine, Ive told you as much before.

She beca a tall Elven woman in a sheer robe. How did you know it was ?

Dantes shrugged. Not sure, just a feeling. That was true, but his feelings were always right when it ca to which changeling was which.

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Syn smiled, playing with her eye-color. Are you here to gamble, or are you finally lonely enough to pass the ti with us so other way?

Neither. Just walking a friend over here to et you.

Syn turned her attention to Televor. Can I have your na? she asked, as she sauntered over to him and gently stroked down his arm with a single finger.

He shivered at her touch. Im-.

Dantes shot him a glare, hed thought he was smarter than that.

He saw the expression and caught himself. You cant have my na, but you can call Tel.

Ah, a sha, you brought us one who isnt a fool this ti.

I wouldnt say that. He seems to have his monts.

Syn chuckled. Im always in a playful mood when you co to visit Two-na. How about I give your friend a discount.

Thats up to him, said Dantes, pretending that wasnt exactly what he was there for.

Y-yes please. Id like that very much.

Syn looked Tel over, her eyes turning violet, then blue, while her teeth switched between fanged and tusked. A nervous boy, eh, Ill prepare sothing special for you. Ill be in the last room on the left. Give just a mont.

They watched her walk away, Dantes getting a little flicker of what she actually looked like. Pure white skin, too long limbs ending in clawed hands, and black hair down the back. He was grateful he hadnt seen her pure black eyes at least. Those flickers had happened randomly since the first ti hed seen one of them. They made it quite a bit easier for him to resist their temptations, though after five years without a womans touch it still hadnt been easy.

Why do they call you two-na, no-na?

My mother nad one thing, and my father another. I have two nas, but no true na. ans they cant own . Also ans I can gamble with them safely, which they appreciate. Apparently it gets tireso when the stakes are always soones first born, their na, or other fey shit like that.

Interesting. My studies were always into daemons rather than the fey.

That explains your penchant for alcohol and whoring. Also why you almost let yourself beco an eternal slave at the touch of a woman.

Tel blushed a bit. I just the other Collared arent exactly pretty to look at. Id never t changelings before, I had expected it to be more obvious that they werent what they were pretending to be. It took off guard.

How would you know youve never t one before?

Ah fair point.

Its not like theyre n dressed as won. Theyre neither. Thats why the city just sends half here, and half to the convent.

Tel went to respond, but a high female voice with a slight lilt drifted from the furthest room of the brothel. TeeeEeel. Co innnn.

Tel coughed and ran a hand through his mop of hair. How do I look?

Dantes sighed. Syns a whore Tel, It doesnt matter how you look.

Oh, right. Wish luck?

Absolutely not.

Ah well. et here later for the trek back?

Sure. Though Dantes expected him to be waiting for him for quite so ti after he was done.

Tel nodded and headed for the far room. Dantes saw a slender womans hand reach out and drag him inside.

Dantes shook his head, and started walking through the market. Hed done well on securing food for the month, but food wasnt everything. Dantes looked through the goods of a gno selling the clothes of dead n. Another who was selling a nice collection of clubs fashioned with stone at the ends for a bit of additional umph, one selling hand woven lengths of rope, and finally he ca to a dwarven booth that slled of vegetation which he found himself drawn to.

The dwarf was wearing a dirt brown tunic, though it may have been white once. He had mushrooms growing from parts of his dark black beard, and a thin pipe from which the scent of dwarven weed wafted. He was engaged with a different custor when Dantes approached the booth, but gave him a nod. The gesture was to both acknowledge his presence, and let him know that he was watching him if anything went missing.

The wares he was selling were primarily plants. He had crude pots filled with dirt on each available surface and from each of them grew stems, vines, shrubs, and all manner of other items. Dantes had thought himself lucky for the few patches of moss he was able to keep alive in his cave, but this dwarf had managed far more, and sohow Dantes had never even noticed him before.

He took a deep inhale of the leaves of one of the plants, the scent of green and earth filling his nostrils. For a mont he was in the gardens in the center of the city, and walking the overgrown alleys that had been near his childhood ho, and climbing the vines he used to scale up to rooftops in the most dilapidated districts looking for food or to escape so moron hed pickpocketed. He let out a long sigh.

Slling is free, but if you want sothing to smoke well have to deal.