OOC: Tags to
@DragonSong !
The underbelly of Uthlyn was something unspeakable and grim, but the wealthier Connlaothians of the city could not be bothered with those who were barely making means to live. Infact, they rather preferred
not to know where the beggars lived, or the swindlers did their swindling, and the less savory whores took up favors. All of this and a bed of dead roses Jack and Fiona would pass as they moved along two floors beneath the city, and creeping ever closer to the sewers.
A few vents they passed omitted rather unpleasant odors, like rotting cheese (or perhaps worse). There were also a lot of sickly people coughing around, the ground smelling like some sort of mixture of vomit and piss. And there was a lot of shifty eyed men and many missing limbs, and even on one occasion, they passed by a man who only had his left arm that remained. And he kept a small rusted bowl infront of him where two meager half-coppers rested, but nothing more.
Jack, sensing his companion was staring, grabbed Fiona's hand and pulled her along.
"Come on. It's best not to stare. Geeze, and I thought your mother would have at least taught you that."
They rounded a bend and Jack moved to crack his neck, then gestured for Fiona to stop.
"Look, just stay right here. I'm gonna make sure my place is still in tact and no squatters took over, okay?" And he sighed and moved forward, towards a tattered roofed tent and flung the sheet open. And there squawked something with large, bugging eyes and was wearing a lot of rotting metals.
"Who are you? You're in my home! No one comes to Seldon's home!" the rat-like looking man spat out, ruffling up and growing defensive as Jack sighed and grabbed a hold of the tresspasser and growled, "You're trespassing in
my house, got it? Or I'll show you why they call me Jack-in-the-Box," he went on with a cracking roll of his shoulders.
It was enough to make the ratty man piss himself as he dropped to the ground.
"Please! Do not hurt me! This home was mine and vacant for many days! It is all that I have!"
Jack grimaced and yanked the man off the ground by the scruff of his shirt.
"Looky here, pal..." And just as he was about to wail in on him with a plethora of insults, he paused a moment and grimaced. "Gods.. you're the Cheese Man!"
And unceremoniously, and without delay, Jack flung the man clean out of his house and began to clamor through it, groaning as he ran into pot after pot of moldy cheese. It was on the floor, in all the pots, drawers... there was even a large pile of it under his bed sheets! And just as Jack was going around to seek out all the smelly cheese, the 'Cheese Man' snuck back inside, and began to gather up all the cheese he could before Jack took notice and screamed,
"HEY! I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO GET OUT! NOW SCRAM BEFORE I GET REALLY MAD!"
And at such a threat, the man took what cheese he had...
and fled. But not before stopping a moment to yank the cheese near Fiona's feet, giving her a strange look, before he heard Jack growl another warning and he yelped and disappeared into the dark.
"Gods...!" Jack groaned, continuing to look around at his home. "This place reeks of old cheese and... oh Gods.. what did I just step in? Are these anamus beans!? UGH!" And he hopped along on one foot until he fetched up a towel and began to clean off his boot.