Marsheila Rockwell - Skein of Shadows
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“Him? He’s the mayor.”
The large tent Brannan had stopped next to turned out to be a tavern of sorts, with something that looked like a convulsing wolf painted on either side of the entrance. While the Wayfinder was busy overseeing the unloading of the caravan, Sabira and the others went inside.
The interior was hot, dusty, and dim and filled with tables and chairs made from whatever was available-broken bits of crates and wagons, boulders with roughhewn flat surfaces, even the bones of what Sabira surmised were camels, though she didn’t want to look close enough to make sure. A long bar constructed of wooden boxes stood along the far wall, with a warforged who could have been Raff’s twin serving as barkeep.
Sabira wasn’t entirely surprised to see that the place was full of soldiers, miners, and scholarly types, even at this hour-the place was probably only habitable from sunset to mid-morning, after all. And as more and more powerful artifacts came out of Tarath Marad, more people would come here to seek their fortunes. In another month’s time, there might well be two such taverns in the sand.
A bored-looking shifter woman swayed to a kobold’s pipe on a shoddily-constructed stage opposite the bar-the tavern’s namesake, no doubt. The patrons appeared to pay her little mind, but whenever she missed a step, rocks flew from several points inside the tent, causing her to bob and weave in a much more lively imitation of actual dancing.
Sabira found the one open table and waved to what she hoped was a server as the others took what passed for seats on either side of her. When the harried gnome reached them, she didn’t ask them what they wanted, just dumped three mugs in front of them, then stuck out her hand expectantly.
“What’s this?” Greddark asked, sniffing at the rim with a grimace of distaste. Sabira was willing to bet it wasn’t sweet mint tea.
“Tainted Well-house brew. All we got left till the next shipment comes in from Stormreach. Four coppers each. Got some oil for the ’forged if he wants, but that’s a full sovereign.”
Jester politely declined as the others dug out the required amount of coin. After the gnome had left, they looked at each other, no one wanting to be the first to try the foul-smelling concoction.
“It’s not a very auspicious name,” Jester remarked unhelpfully. Sabira decided this probably wasn’t the time to share with them the story of how that name had come about.
“Well, then it matches everything else about this trip,” she said wryly. “Bottoms up.”
The others followed half a breath after her, upending their mugs and swallowing. Sabira had braced herself for a taste to match the smell, but the ale was smooth, going down like velvet with a pleasant earthy flavor and a warm finish.
“Mushrooms,” Greddark said decisively. “And cactus sap, if I’m not mistaken. Probably the flowers too. Could use some ironspice to liven it up, but it’s not bad. Not bad at all.” He wiped his mouth with the back of his fist and signaled for another.
“Might want to slow down there, mate,” a man at the neighboring table said-a Vadalis, judging from the quick glimpse Sabira got of the dragonmark on his neck before his long blond hair fell forward to cover it. Probably a handler for the magebred camels; if Brannan used them, it stood to reason other expeditions did too. “Stuff’s more potent than it looks.”
Greddark snorted.
“Thanks for letting me know. I’ll order a double.”
Sabira gave the dwarf a dark look and turned on her seat so she was facing the man.
“You’ll have to forgive my friend. He got a little too much sun on the way here, and heat makes him cranky.” She shrugged apologetically. “It’s a dwarf thing.”
The man’s eyes flicked over her once, taking in the quality of her armor and the Siberys shard adorning the urgrosh on her back.
“Deneith?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
She nodded, holding out her hand.
“Sabira.”
“Laven d’Vadalis,” he replied, shaking her hand. “Didn’t expect to see any more of you lot here after the last group didn’t make it back.”
“Oh?”
“Pretty blonde took ’em down-Blademarks, I think. None of them ever came back up again.” His eyes-hazel, like Elix’s, Sabira noticed with a sudden pang she forced quickly away-narrowed. “Well, except their guide. One of the Unders.”
“Unders?”
“Drow who live under the mountains and the desert, came up when the caverns were opened. Umbragen’s the name I think they use, but most everyone else just calls them Unders.”
“Yeah, because they get under your skin, and stay there,” one of Laven’s companions interjected. “Like a cactus needle, or a scorpion sting.” The woman’s comment was greeted with grunts of assent from the others at their table.
The corner of Laven’s mouth quirked upward.
“Glynn’s just mad he turned her down,” he quipped, which earned him a half-hearted punch from the woman and chuckles from his friends. Then he turned serious again. “You here to finish what the blonde started?”
Sabira gave him her most ingenuous smile, then lied through her teeth.
“I’m here to get rich. Aren’t you?”
Laven laughed and raised his mug.
“I’ll drink to that.”
As the Vadalis man gulped down his own Tainted Well, Sabira took stock of him and his companions. Laven wore boiled leather armor and carried a worn but well-kept sword. Glynn was similarly dressed, with a brace of daggers across her chest. The two others at the table were also human, one in battered chain and the other in heavy robes Sabira suspected had been fashioned out of a wagon covering.
She revised her assessment of Laven and his group; they probably weren’t animal handlers, after all. They looked more like hired hands down on their luck, hoping to make a little coin. A situation she just might be able to help them with.
“So, who’s the best person to work for out here if I want to accomplish that goal?”
Laven set his mug down and regarded her curiously.
“You look more like the order-giving type than the order-taking,” he said after a moment.
“Maybe I just want to know who my competition is,” she replied with an arch look. She didn’t really want to spend time playing games with him, though. She couldn’t go into Tarath Marad with only three swords at her side-not if she wanted to come back out again. Best just to get straight to the point. “Who are you working for?”
The Vadalis man blinked once at her directness.
“We’re sort of… independent contractors,” Glynn answered for him.
Sabira shifted her gaze to the other woman, whose close-cropped black hair did little to hide either her scars or her age.
“Not enough work in Stormreach for you?” Sabira asked her. This was the crux. She wanted men who’d follow her into the depths. She needed men who were desperate enough to do it.
But there were degrees of desperation, and to the reasons behind it. Guisarme, Jester, and Skraad had ultimately followed her because she offered them a better choice- not the only one. Hiring men without options was like loading your quiver with warped quarrels. Sure, some of them would fly true, but it only took one to break in the groove and render the crossbow useless, and you defenseless. She needed to make sure Laven and his group weren’t here in Trent’s Well because there was nowhere else they could go.
The dark-haired woman shrugged.
“I get bored easy.”
Out of the corner of her eye, Sabira thought she saw Laven wince. She wondered when Glynn had gotten bored of him.
“So you’re looking for money and excitement?”
“Aren’t you?” Glynn countered, throwing her own earlier question back at her with an impish look.
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