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Over the following weeks, Dragonett started working for Dona, doing odd chores, cleaning the shop, and making herself useful. Her days passed without event, and she settled into a numb haze, her mind still trying to process what had happened to her and what would happen next. | Over the following weeks, Dragonett started working for Dona, doing odd chores, cleaning the shop, and making herself useful. Her days passed without event, and she settled into a numb haze, her mind still trying to process what had happened to her and what would happen next. | ||
“I understand there is an orphan living here,” a man said to Dona on a warm Foursday morning nearly a month after Dragonett had arrived. | “I understand there is an orphan living here,” a man said to Dona on a warm Foursday morning nearly a month after Dragonett had arrived. She was in a back room restocking some goods that had recently arrived from Galik and peeked around the doorframe. The gruff-looking man was dressed in a dark cloak and his boots were covered with mud from long traveling. | ||
Dona nervously glanced at the back room before responding. “Aye,” she replied. “What about it?” | Dona nervously glanced at the back room before responding. “Aye,” she replied. “What about it?” | ||
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The man sighed. “I owed Finnan a great debt, built up over many years, in many ways, but it was never repaid. I spoke with him the night before he died, and he made me swear an oath to repay that debt. I’m doing that now.” | The man sighed. “I owed Finnan a great debt, built up over many years, in many ways, but it was never repaid. I spoke with him the night before he died, and he made me swear an oath to repay that debt. I’m doing that now.” | ||
“Bullshit,” Dragonett swore. “Finnan was in a solitary prison cell the night before he died. | “Bullshit,” Dragonett swore. “Finnan was in a solitary prison cell the night before he died. “Only someone on the inside could have gotten in to see him.” | ||
“Yes,” the man replied. Dragonett waited for him to continue, but he just stood in silence. | “Yes,” the man replied. Dragonett waited for him to continue, but he just stood in silence. | ||
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She nodded and pushed herself off the edge, dropping into the sewer below. Almost instantly, the grate slid back into place above and she turned in the direction she needed to go, hurrying along the tunnel. | She nodded and pushed herself off the edge, dropping into the sewer below. Almost instantly, the grate slid back into place above and she turned in the direction she needed to go, hurrying along the tunnel. | ||
As she approached the end of the sewer passage, the rotting smell that had caught in her throat in the torture room now seemed to assault her every sense. Her eyes watered and she tried breathing through her mouth, but the taste of decay was just as overwhelming as the stench. The sewer she was walking through opened into a large octagonal stone space. There was a two-foot drop onto a slippery slime-covered stone floor. The other walls that she could see also had pipes of various sizes that were discharging liquid – Dragonett could not call it water - into the space, each of them as fetid and putrid as what came from the torture room. Her eyes turned to the center of the room where a pile of bodies was stacked. The slave pits were horribly easy to identify. | As she approached the end of the sewer passage, the rotting smell that had caught in her throat in the torture room now seemed to assault her every sense. Her eyes watered and she tried breathing through her mouth, but the taste of decay was just as overwhelming as the stench. The sewer she was walking through opened into a large octagonal stone space. There was a two-foot drop onto a slippery slime-covered stone floor. The other walls that she could see also had pipes of various sizes that were discharging liquid – Dragonett could not call it water - into the space, each of them as fetid and putrid as what came from the torture room. Her eyes turned to the center of the room where a pile of bodies was stacked dozens deep. The slave pits were horribly easy to identify. | ||
Dragonett guessed that there were more than twenty corpses in various states of decay, but all relatively fresh. Dragonett guessed that the room was flushed clean with each rainfall and any corpses dumped here would be periodically washed out to the harbor. She started making her way around the room toward where the hooded man had told her the exit would be. Trying to keep her footing on the treacherous stone floor, she half-slid and half crept around the room until she saw the large diameter pipe that she knew led toward the harbor. | Dragonett guessed that there were more than twenty corpses in various states of decay, but all relatively fresh. Dragonett guessed that the room was flushed clean with each rainfall and any corpses dumped here would be periodically washed out to the harbor. She started making her way around the room toward where the hooded man had told her the exit would be. Trying to keep her footing on the treacherous stone floor, she half-slid and half crept around the room until she saw the large diameter pipe that she knew led toward the harbor. | ||
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After weeks of failed tracking, Dragonett came upon Elven Rangers from the small Wood Elf village of Baum. They brought her to the village and there she was welcomed among her kin. It took a while for the elven language to come back to her, having not spoken it since she was twelve, but soon she felt welcomed among them – if still seen as an outsider. | After weeks of failed tracking, Dragonett came upon Elven Rangers from the small Wood Elf village of Baum. They brought her to the village and there she was welcomed among her kin. It took a while for the elven language to come back to her, having not spoken it since she was twelve, but soon she felt welcomed among them – if still seen as an outsider. | ||
While there, she would make excursions into the surrounding forest to search for any sign of her quarry, but without luck. Rather than leave the area, Dragonett stayed with the Wood Elves of Baum for the following months. There, they taught Dragonett more skills with her longbow, improving both her skill and her accuracy. They taught her about the forest and gave her an introduction to their deep understanding of the natural environment and how to survive in it - identifying both sources of food and poisonous species to avoid. They taught her to speak sylvan – the language of the fey creatures of the woods - as well as undercommon, the Drow language used by a local trader who frequented Baum with exotic goods and trinkets. Finally, the Wood Elves introduced her to spellcraft, and helped her master her first arcane magic. | While there, she would make excursions into the surrounding forest to search for any sign of her quarry, but without luck. Rather than leave the area, Dragonett stayed with the Wood Elves of Baum for the following months. There, they taught Dragonett more skills with her longbow, improving both her skill and her accuracy. They taught her about the forest and gave her an introduction to their deep understanding of the natural environment and how to survive in it - identifying both sources of food and poisonous species to avoid. They taught her to speak sylvan – the language of the fey creatures of the woods - as well as undercommon, the Drow language used by a local trader who frequented visits to Baum with exotic goods and trinkets. Finally, the Wood Elves introduced her to spellcraft, and helped her master her first arcane magic. | ||
Dragonett spent many months with the Wood Elves of Baum and had almost given up on finding the quarry that had brought her there in the first place. It was in a discussion with the Drow trader, Vierna Hun’ate, that she picked up the trail once again. | Dragonett spent many months with the Wood Elves of Baum and had almost given up on finding the quarry that had brought her there in the first place. It was in a discussion with the Drow trader, Vierna Hun’ate, that she picked up the trail once again. | ||
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As dawn broke, and the morning sun began to peek through the clouds, she walked to the gate where the [[airships]] were floating and read the sign. ‘Tempest Brothers Expeditionary Company.’ ''Well,'' she thought. ''It’s as good a place as any other to make a new start.'' | As dawn broke, and the morning sun began to peek through the clouds, she walked to the gate where the [[airships]] were floating and read the sign. ‘Tempest Brothers Expeditionary Company.’ ''Well,'' she thought. ''It’s as good a place as any other to make a new start.'' | ||
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