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I hope the Master will read this and get us out. Or that somebody does. (Firewalled against The Master. If you're reading this on Quain, Operative 19? I might attend an interview for the job after all, if you can get me home to do it. End Firewall.)
I'm a city dweller. I hate the dimension I'm in now. It's disgusting. It's smelly and muddy and what passes for a road will suck the shoes off your feet. Animals pull carts here, and you can tell that from the roads, too.
I'm also traveling through the place with a Diran. That ought to mean that anything dangerous would be dead before it could snarl, but I have trouble believing that something Nixi's size can even look after itself. That's one of her strongest weapons, according to the Master. They under-estimate her and they're dead before they learn that it's a bad idea. Humans think she's a young kid. I mean real young - maybe a firstborn but never a Queen.
It won't do her much good here. From what I've seen half the population is her size and they all look like young humans. They don't trust strangers, either.
Firewalled from Nixi. I was afraid of what she'd do if she found I maybe made the town too hot to hold us. I was trying to be survival-smart. Hell, I'm not stupid. The Master's known me for centuries and I do a lot with no supervision. He's got his own work to do, on Gigs. With my mask and stuff off I've got the most forgettable face you ever saw. It's one of the things that makes me good at my job and I reckoned it would still work here.
We're hungy. I think Nixi got snacks at the bar the first night here, but she isn't buxom enough to get a job there. I've had no food, so I just went to a local smith and tried to sell some coins. We can't use them as money but metal has value in itself, especially silver. The trouble was that he said the coins were so ugly and the casting was so crisp and the coins so alike that they must have come from - Murder? Moider? It sounded like that. I'd given him four coins to look at and he threw them back. I caught three.
When I got outside a guy came up and said that if I carried the coin of ... Sorerman? (Something like that,) he could direct me to a place more to my taste. It was a little way outside the town, almost underground and tough. They had meat on a spit. It smelled good even to me.
The place wasn't clean, but I was going to try to trade a few coins, or barter something, but I had this ... thought. The Master's been in rough company in Sunnydale, and I've heard them joke that a eating-place is good if they name the meat. So I asked. It smelled like pig but I was braced to hear that it was dog. (Any cat that big could have eaten the hunters.) So, they told me the meat was called Charliff Underlea and that I'd come on a good night, it's usually horse, not a stranger who took the wrong road...
They had an outside privy so I went out, turned my coat and used the spray that makes sure that I don't smell edible and I got the hell out of there!
I'm so hungy that I remember the smell of the meat and I can feel my mouth watering even as my stomach turns. The smith saw me leave with the shifty guy and he had weapons on display. So did the Inn here. It sounds like they're at war with the Murder place.
I thought the hardest thing would be talking the Diran into leaving but she came in saying she couldn't sell that magic ring of hers. She was more than ready to come with me.
As it turned out I let part of the story slip while we were on the road. I've heard horror stories about Diran, I was half-afraid she'd blame me for not buying the meat anyway. All she said was that she'd try to shoot us a couple of rabbits. Her voice was flat and I couldn't see her expression.
She'd better hurry. It'll be dark, soon.
I'm a city dweller. I hate the dimension I'm in now. It's disgusting. It's smelly and muddy and what passes for a road will suck the shoes off your feet. Animals pull carts here, and you can tell that from the roads, too.
I'm also traveling through the place with a Diran. That ought to mean that anything dangerous would be dead before it could snarl, but I have trouble believing that something Nixi's size can even look after itself. That's one of her strongest weapons, according to the Master. They under-estimate her and they're dead before they learn that it's a bad idea. Humans think she's a young kid. I mean real young - maybe a firstborn but never a Queen.
It won't do her much good here. From what I've seen half the population is her size and they all look like young humans. They don't trust strangers, either.
Firewalled from Nixi. I was afraid of what she'd do if she found I maybe made the town too hot to hold us. I was trying to be survival-smart. Hell, I'm not stupid. The Master's known me for centuries and I do a lot with no supervision. He's got his own work to do, on Gigs. With my mask and stuff off I've got the most forgettable face you ever saw. It's one of the things that makes me good at my job and I reckoned it would still work here.
We're hungy. I think Nixi got snacks at the bar the first night here, but she isn't buxom enough to get a job there. I've had no food, so I just went to a local smith and tried to sell some coins. We can't use them as money but metal has value in itself, especially silver. The trouble was that he said the coins were so ugly and the casting was so crisp and the coins so alike that they must have come from - Murder? Moider? It sounded like that. I'd given him four coins to look at and he threw them back. I caught three.
When I got outside a guy came up and said that if I carried the coin of ... Sorerman? (Something like that,) he could direct me to a place more to my taste. It was a little way outside the town, almost underground and tough. They had meat on a spit. It smelled good even to me.
The place wasn't clean, but I was going to try to trade a few coins, or barter something, but I had this ... thought. The Master's been in rough company in Sunnydale, and I've heard them joke that a eating-place is good if they name the meat. So I asked. It smelled like pig but I was braced to hear that it was dog. (Any cat that big could have eaten the hunters.) So, they told me the meat was called Charliff Underlea and that I'd come on a good night, it's usually horse, not a stranger who took the wrong road...
They had an outside privy so I went out, turned my coat and used the spray that makes sure that I don't smell edible and I got the hell out of there!
I'm so hungy that I remember the smell of the meat and I can feel my mouth watering even as my stomach turns. The smith saw me leave with the shifty guy and he had weapons on display. So did the Inn here. It sounds like they're at war with the Murder place.
I thought the hardest thing would be talking the Diran into leaving but she came in saying she couldn't sell that magic ring of hers. She was more than ready to come with me.
As it turned out I let part of the story slip while we were on the road. I've heard horror stories about Diran, I was half-afraid she'd blame me for not buying the meat anyway. All she said was that she'd try to shoot us a couple of rabbits. Her voice was flat and I couldn't see her expression.
She'd better hurry. It'll be dark, soon.