Soul Slave

Life of the party

Varanthar casually strolled down the steps as he eyed the city built within the sewers, he wasn't too pleased with the smell of feces and corpses though he had come accustomed to it since arriving in the bay city. Staring off to the right at a bunch of abandoned shacks he'd shake his head in astonishment that people lived like this. He'd spot the barricade wide open to his left there was something eerie about that tunnel, as all guards had abandoned it. Varanthar grinned and raced down to the fighting pit that had ceased the entertainment after the finale.

"Why? Oh why? Are the fights over?" Questioned Varanthar to a random teenage boy who was inside the fighting pit sweeping up teeth.

"Nothing can match that spectacle sir, no sir. Farangor declares a feast shall be held in honor for the Dragon Slayer's presence, yes sir." The boy would stare intensely at the ground as he swept sand, teeth and thick bloodied clumps.

"Ah... Ha, that's some valuable information boy." Varanthar took a coin out from under his robe and tossed it into the pile of trash he was sweeping up. "Another if you tell me where Farangor is."

The boy quickly snatched the gold coin and glanced up for a split second at the elf before continuing his never ending task of sweeping. "Feast hall, turn around and head between them buildings there sir. Aye, those ones. Then keep going along the wall of stone; which should be on your left. You'll see some stairs, aye stairs sir. They will lead you up to a building in Saltire. Fortified it is, sir... So safe from the problems they havin' up top." He'd pick up the three more coins that were tossed at him.

"Good lad." Varanthar would take off towards his new destination.

Minutes of walking in the darkness along with pressing himself into a tight alleyway against a stone wall until finally seeing the aforementioned stairs leading to the surface. The sound of a flintlock cocking behind him made the hair on the back of his neck stand, he'd freeze in place.

"Speak and maybe my mood will come from shit to bliss and keep you alive." Spit out Billy Lokheir.

"Heard there was a feast." Varanthar hissed like a snake, not daring to look back as he had a hood on. "Thought i'd-"

"Don't care what you thought, feast isn't for prowlers like you. Take a stroll up top and rid us of your robed presence."

"I'll remove the hood."

"Move and it'll be your life."

"I insist..." Varanthar ducked down after unlatching his cloak letting it fall to the ground, he'd leap back up after turning around grabbing Billy's wrist and twisting it so quickly he didn't have time to pop a shot off. After getting ahold of him he'd lead Billy over to the dark alleyway where they barely fit. Placing his left hand over his mouth as his right hand's fingers were so long they encompassed both of Billy's wrists. His grip was so strong he was cuffed and silenced, making muffled sounds until the hand on his mouth started to get so hot it felt as if he'd melt at any higher of temperature.

"Nod your head if you understand I'll melt your face... Good. Now nod if Farangor is up there." He'd motion up towards the stairs, Billy would shake his head in response. "What do you mean no?!" He'd melt Billy's wrists a bit, causing the stench of cooked flesh to fill the air. Billy squealed like a pig then with his mouth released he'd explain.

"He went... Ah... Fuck! My wrists..." Varanthar would backhand him with his other large hand, "Damnit! Ah... Okay, okay. He went to the healers... To speak with Edward and Vindaes... That's all I know!"

Varanthar would grab Billy by the cheekbones and tilt his head slowly to the left and right, inspecting him with his glowing red eyes in the darkness. "Then you'll take me there."