Wild Waste: Chapter 4 (Patreon)

They’d been escorted into the city when they arrived a few days later. Only after the entire council had sworn a life-oath for his safety and offered him guest rights, of course.

Thera and Eva had both confirmed for him independently that everything was exactly as everyone had stated. If any harm befell Vince or his team, the city would pay dearly as their magic spilled out and took their lives.

Guest rights when sworn with a life-oath and bound with magic were not something to toy with.

After that, they’d been swept through a quick evening meal, dropped in their room, and told tomorrow morning their first trade meeting would begin.

Vince was now locked in a room with two beds and three women.

Gert, Set, and Ris were all scouting the surrounding areas. It wasn’t much, but information gathering could prove useful if a situation arose. That and he really didn’t have anything else for them to do.

Better to keep hands busy then idle. And speaking of idle.

Vince stood up from the chair he was in, his hands moving to check the weapons on his person.

After confirming everything was as it should be, he looked up to the three women who were eying him expectantly.

“I’m going to go sneak around and spy on our hosts. Seems a good time as any. They can’t really hurt me either,” Vince explained. “Honestly, maybe I’m just being paranoid, but I feel as if they’re keeping something from us that they don’t want us to know yet.”

Karya yawned behind her hand and then waved it at him. “Do what you feel is best. I’m going to turn in for the night.

“A comfy bed sounds delightful right now.”

Without another word, the Dryad shucked off her clothes, and crawled into the covers without a scrap of clothing on.

“So soft,” murmured the Dryad, closing her eyes and rolling over to one side.

Eva was studying Vince, her nose wrinkling. “I don’t like it, Master. I dislike this city on top of that. It isn’t easy to hide here or blend in with the shadows here. It…”

“Isn’t a forest,” Vince said with a smile. “I know. Urban stealth is a bit different.”

“Which is why I’ll be going with you, lord. I’m quite at home in the city and feel I can keep up with you easily,” Thera said, unbuckling her sword and putting it on a bedside table.

Strapping on her hunting knife she began double checking her gear to make sure everything was secured.

“Thera, I really-”

“Lord, you’ll not argue in this,” said the Dark Elf with steel in her voice. She pinned him with her eyes for a split second.

“Alright, fine.” Vince reached up and ran a hand through his hair. It simply wasn’t a smart idea to argue. They’d do what they wanted regardless of his wishes if they felt they were in the right.

“Thank you, Master. I appreciate you not fighting us on this. It’s best for everyone, especially for your own safety,” Eva chimed in, sitting down on the empty second bed. “I’ll remain here. They could harm us without causing actual ‘harm’.”

That makes a lot of sense, actually.

“Good thinking. Thanks, Eva. You’re a blessing. Really appreciate ya,” Vince said sincerely, giving her a smile.

Eva said nothing, returning the smile thinly.

Thera grabbed him by the elbow and led him to the door, her eyes told him to say nothing more and to follow instructions.

Unfastening the door latch, she opened the door quietly and poked her head out the doorway.

She looked to the left, then the right. After a second she stepped out into the hallway.

With a slight turn of her head, she gave him a crooked smile and held out her hand to him.

“The night is young, lord. Come, let’s go play in the dark.”

Vince let out a snort and decided to play along. He placed his hand in hers and he closed the door behind himself.

“Lead on. I’ll obediently follow.”

Vince would describe the city as if it were any other. It really didn’t differ too much from what he’d seen of human settlements.

The High Elves seemed to have a preference for worked stone. If he had to be honest though, he’d bet it wasn’t worked at all, but magically summoned and crafted.

Their roads, houses, decorate pieces, were all in stone.

Metal didn’t have a place here, nor did wood, as far as he could tell.

Winding streets that led down homes and businesses, plazas that had the look of being open markets, back alleys where trash collected. There were even homeless Elves back in there.

For all their love of claiming the vast differences, from both sides, humanity and Elven kind were much more similar than either race would probably believe.

Or wanted to believe.

Vince and Thera had stolen two coal colored cloaks and did their best High Elf impersonation while keeping themselves to the shadows and dark places.

They were working their way towards a dark corner of the city. A part of it that was near the exterior wall, but also had an interior wall. It’d provoked his interest and curiosity in equal measure.

To his mind, it was more something that you would do to keep something in, rather than out.

Thera’s hand brushed against his wrist as she hovered close to his side. Her hearing and eyesight were slightly better than his own enhanced senses.

He trusted her implicitly and waited for whatever signal she’d give.

As quickly as she’d tensed up, she relaxed. Moving forward at a slow walk, Thera kept them on a straight line for what they assumed would be the entry point.

They couldn’t be sure as they’d already tried several other streets and found nothing but a dead end and a wall.

If they encountered another one, Vince planned on climbing up the wall itself to get inside.

Trespassing be damned, my curiosity won’t let this one lie.

Thera spun on her heel, pushing him up into a darkened corner. She’d stuffed him up under a window sill at the front of the home they’d been passing by.

The Dark Elf was an inch from his face, her black eyes staring into his.

“Guards,” she hissed, her warm breath washing over his mouth and neck.

Vince swallowed, moving his head back from her. Only to find he couldn’t. They were quite literally pressed up into the corner as far as they could go.

“-ot ahold of her and then had to send her back.” The voice was high pitched, and heading in their direction.

“Oh? Didn’t get a chance, did you?” said a second voice, deeper than the first.

“No. Hustled her off right quick. As rare a chance as it was, and it slipped through my fingers.”

Two Elves moved into view and stopped just beyond a decorative fountain that was set into the walkway.

Neither carried a torch, but he doubted either had need of it.

Vince couldn’t make out their conversation any further though, the burbling of the fountain drowned it out.

Thera’s hands were pushed into his arms, pinning him to the wall, her chest smashed into his. Even her legs were wedged up against his own.

It’s like something out of a bad romance novel.

He couldn’t help it, and his lips curled upward in a grin at the thought.

Thera noticed, her black eyes darting to his mouth and then back to him. She lifted one dark eyebrow at him, a ghost of a smile gracing her generous lips.

Fuck it.

Taking the offense for once, since almost every interaction with a woman was initiated by them, Vince leaned in and kissed the Dark Elf warrior.

Thera’s fingers dug into his arms, her entire body going rigid at the touch of his lips to hers.

He couldn’t pull away from her, and he didn’t want to push her back and possibly give them away, so he simply remained where he was.

She could break the kiss whenever she wanted.

It slowly became something more as Thera moved her head to the side, and forward. The back of his head pressed up to the stone however and could go no further.

Her lips pressed to his, she began to kiss him in earnest. Her nose tickling his cheek as she seemingly tried to wedge her entire body into his own.

Soft panted breaths came from her, threatening to give their location away.

The kiss became a hungry eager thing all on it’s own.

It wasn’t until the soft click of boots echoed from the street that Thera moved her head back.

As if the realization of what happened came with that separation, she took two quick steps away from him.

The Dark Elf stared at him, her eyes slightly glassy, and annoyed.

She fluffed her cloak and wrapped herself in it, her breathing deep and hard.

“I won’t apologize. Because I’m not sorry for that. It was a chance that doesn’t come around except in fairy tales, so I took it,” Vince said, giving himself a small shake.

“Now, shall we see if this is the street we wanted after all?”

Thera eyed him, considering his question. She didn’t seem angry, more annoyed and flustered than anything.

Eventually she released her cloak, the material falling back into place. Her hands were pressed to her stomach, her fingers clutched into the fabric.

“Why?”

“Why what?

“Why me?”

Vince chewed at his lip for a second and then answered her honestly.

“Because you’re beautiful? Strong? Intelligent? Fascinating? You three constantly remind me that you’re pledged to me and I swore up and down I’d never touch any of you.

“I find my endurance spent, my promise a curse, and my will long since passed.

“So… I kissed you. Because I wanted to.”

Thera’s lips twitched, then she did a ninety degree turn and headed off down the street towards their hoped for entrance.

Vince took a few quick steps to catch up with her. He spared a second to look back the way the guards had gone. Those two were still moving down the lane without a backward glance.

Odd. They weren’t really watching for anything.

Crime was practically non-existent in Yosemite, but they still had patrols that walked the streets. One from each fighting company would have a few squads walking the city every night.

Even the most lax of his people wouldn’t have been that inattentive.

To Vince, things weren’t adding up.

“Damn,” hissed Thera, getting his attention.

Up ahead of them were several guards around a massive gate. It looked like something you’d put on the front entrance of an outer wall rather than an interior one.

The strange part was the guards were on the outside, but their attention was inward.

“Stranger, and stranger. I want to get in there. You with me?” Vince asked, moving off the street and into a back alley. He’d seen what he wanted to see. Now he just wanted to get inside.

“Ever so, Lord.” The Dark Elf ghosted into his side.

“You say that now, but in three hundred years when I’m still among the living and you’re starting to tire of the world, will it be the same?” Vince asked jokingly.

Turning his eyes towards the buildings around them, he started to plot a course upwards. The only way in would be to scale the walls. Using the houses and stores seemed like the best way to see how that could be done.

“Beg your pardon, three hundred?”

“Just a guess really. The Dryads keep dancing around it but I get the impression I’m going to live as long as their grove does.

“Which as far as I can tell,” Vince paused, putting the toes of his boot into a crack in a wall. “That means I’ll live as long as the trees live. Those trees can’t leave behind seeds, but can regrow itself all over again, because of the grove.”

Coiling himself he prepared to leap upwards, using the crack as a leverage point to get to the window ledge above. “So, if I don’t miss my guess. I’ll still be alive, long after your Elven bones have turned to powder.”

Launching himself of the ground, Vince kicked off the crack a second later. Grabbing a hold of the ledge he powered upwards, keeping himself moving.

His fingers locked onto the edge of the roof and he dug the front of his boots into whatever he could.

“Jump up, grab on, climb up me,” Vince hissed down at Thera.

The Dark Elf wasted no time and he felt her hands clench around his ankles. Bracing himself he held to the wall while Thera climbed up him.

Getting to his shoulders she paused, her face behind his ear.

He heard her lips part, as if she were considering her words.

“Outlive me, will you, Lord? I think you’ve forgotten that a certain magical storm incarnate powers me up daily. I have enough life force to live for a thousand years or so right now.

“I imagine he’ll continue to fill me with magical energy as well.

“So yes. Ever.”

Thera was on the move again, her foot pressing into his waist as she put a knee to his shoulder. A second later and she scrambled over the top.

Strong hands clasped his wrists and started hauling him upward. As soon as he got his chest over the lip of the edge, Thera released him and slithered back, keeping low to the roof top.

“No guards,” she hissed. Turning her back to him she flitted away to the opposite end of the roof, closest to the wall they needed to get over.

Vince grunted, looking around quickly. It looked like a series of roofs all at a uniform height and type.

A little different then a human city then. It’s all symmetrical.

Now, let’s see if we can’t find a way in.

It was the deep part of the night, midnight or so, when they finally found a way in. It’d taken going to the far side wall, closest to the open fields around Verix, and dropping in.

At first blush, Vince found that it seemed to be the poor quarter of the city. The buildings were the same, the streets the same, the decor the same, just of lower value.

Lower status.

They worked their way through the streets and found it all the same. There were no guards patrolling however.

No sounds either.

All was deathly silent.

Like a tomb.

Vince stared at the back door to the house they’d stopped at. They’d found nothing and no one. Nothing that could explain the mystery of this section of the city.

Vince wasn’t normally a curious man, but he felt that it was better to turn over every stone with Verix. He didn’t want any surprises further down the road in their working relationship.

“Lord, you aren’t seriously considering going inside, are you?” Thera asked from beside him. The distance she’d kept from him at the start of this adventure had vanished after their kiss.

Now she was practically on his heels, her hand touching his lower back.

“That I am. I’m thinking about waking someone up, and then going through some of their thoughts. I wouldn’t even have to talk to them,” Vince admitted.

They were crouched low in the shadow of a shed. It was one of the reasons they’d stopped here in particular. It had the look of every other house, but there were things that set it apart as upgraded or developed.

Like the shed.

Thera sighed, her full lips turning to a flat line as her dark eyes turned on the house.

“I now understand what Fes and Petra meant,” Thera muttered, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

“And what does that mean exactly?”

“They warned me that you would do whatever you wanted and I was best served to adapt to it, rather than fight it. I now see, Lord, what they meant.”

“Sound advice, smart women, I listen to them frequently,” Vince said, standing up and heading straight for the back of the house.

Lifting his hand to knock on the door and slip away as quickly as possible, he was surprised when it jerked open.

Standing in front of him was a middle aged Wood Elf. He was garbed in what could only be described as a long tailed tunic.

Sleepwear, really.

“What do you want. We’ve done nothing wrong, all the-” the man stopped dead, his eyes focusing on Vince’s face. “Who are you?”

Thera’s knife appeared pressed to the man’s throat, her other hand clasped to the back of his head.

“We should go, now,” Thera hissed, her eyes reflecting the light of the lantern from inside the man’s house.

“You’re not an Elf. You’re a human, I c-” said the man, his voice raising several octaves. Thera’s blade tip pressed into his skin and blood ran down the length of it.

“Another word and I’ll take your life,” Thera promised.

Gurgling, the Elf said nothing in response.

Vince hadn’t been idle this whole time though. He’d already been passively rifling through anything and everything he could pull out of the Elf’s mind.

What he found didn’t please him. In any way shape or form.

“You’re a slave,” Vince said without preamble.

Thera’s eyes flicked to him. He could read in them the warring desires in her heart. To defend him, to get away, and to find out how a Wood Elf was here and a slave.

“This entire part of the town is the slave quarter. It’s populated with nothing but slaves of any race the High Elves can capture.

“Gnomes, Dwarves, Elves, anything. Anything that they can capture and bring into the city.

“And it’s been this way as long as anyone can remember.”

Vince shook his head slowly, realizing that Verix wasn’t the ally he wanted.

If anything, it was an enemy.