"Oí there." The orc said, picking something out of his teeth. "What you looking for round this part?"
"Looking for a guy named Xexon. We watched him run through here."
I tried to puff my chest up, maybe at least trying to appear a little bit intimidating. The facade seemed to work for just a second, but the orc sized me up and stared me down.
"And?" He said. "Ain't nobody been through this way in an hour."
Without even having to register it, I knew from that exact moment he was lying. I straightened up to full height, trying to tower over the orc as best I could, and I held the Halberd at the ready. I gave him a rather mean death stare, and this time, the orc backed right down. His eyes darted from side to side, at the bystanders that were barely paying attention, and he waved me in to lean closer.
"He came through here four minutes ago." He whispered into my helmet. "Said he was looking for Jeebs the Mystical."
"And where the hell is Jeebs?"
"Down there." He replied, jerking his head back towards the entrance to the sewer system. "Head in there, to the left, down the corridor and to the right. After that, head to the left, and they should be right there."
"Alright. Thank you."
With that, both of us started down the sewer system, and as soon as I got down there, I realized two things. First of all, the air was extremely moist, which I did not like, but there wasn't much of a stink. As if people lived down here full time and had cleaned.
And that was just what greeted my eyes. The sewer system was rather wide, maybe about fifteen feet wide at the widest, and there were a lot of people down here, wearing armor, ratty clothes, wizards robes, and all other different kinds of garnments, most of them clean despite the sewer. There were random merchant stalls set up in the sewer, much like outside, but these had random, darker colored potions, wands, sets of armor, and weapons, probably infused with all different sorts of nasty dark magic. Down the sewer behind us, there was a roar, followed by a cacophony of raucous cheering, almost like an auction was taking place way down the hall.
Thankfully, as we started down the tunnel, most of the other people barely batted an eye at us. However, there were two men and a woman, all of them thumbing shivs, and they were staring at Finana.
"Finana."
"What?"
"Stick close to me."
She scooted in a little bit closer to me, and I got a tighter grip on my Halberd, and thankfully, the thugs all looked away for the time being, and as we made our way through the sewers, I managed to keep a rather close eye on them. We continued following the directions that the orc had told us, trying to look like we knew exactly where we needed to go. As we neared an end in the sewer, I spied a door, and there was a sign above it that was written in a language completely foreign to me.
"What is that up there?"
"Thats Elvish." Finana said. "I can't read it."
Right as I was about to ask what it was for, a small slit in the top of the door opened, and blue eyes stared back at us.
"State your business."
"We uhh, we want to talk to Jeebs the Mystical."
The eyes turned away from the door for a moment, apparently talking to someone inside, and they looked back at us suspiciously.
"And what is your purpose here?"
"Just to talk business." I repeated.
The eyes looked away for just a moment, and finally, the slit closed, and the door swung open. We both stepped inside, making sure to hold onto all of our weapons and equipment. Inside, there was an assortment of people. There was a human with blue eyes that had answered the door, four dwarves with big, burly axes, and Xexon, standing off to the side. And there, in the very back, there was a seventh person. A rather tall figure, standing over a bench of potions.

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Dungeons & Disappointment
FantasyOn a cold night in Connecticut, all Trevon Hawkins wishes for is a second chance. A chance to make a better life for himself through a fresh, clean slate. But, when he finally gets the chance he's been wishing for, it isn't what he was expecting. F...