Downtown Druid

Dantes waited in an abandoned house less than ten blocks from Mondego’s Manor. His coat sat on a rusty nail protruding from the wall where it dripped water onto the ground. It was cold, but Dantes didn’t notice. He didn’t even shiver. His eyes were closed as he moved vermin of all kinds into place and started to push his plans into motion.

Jayk, Jayson, and Zak were on their way, but had to be careful weaving their way through back alleys and over rooftops to avoid any of Mondego’s people who knew of their betrayal. He had a white rat ready to guide them the last few blocks when they got close. He wasn’t sure of where whatever former collared that was summoned by his silver coin was, but he did feel the coin in his pocket slowly growing warmer and warmer so he assumed that he’d see whoever it was soon.

Unlike Dantes who was able to channel his anticipation into preparation, Jacopo had to content himself with gnawing a rope in the corner. It was particularly unfair, because Jacopo wouldn’t be experiencing the emotion at all if not for his connection to Dantes. Not that Dantes would’ve passed up a rope to chew on himself at this point. His jaw was clenched, his small tusks drawing a bit of blood from inside his cheeks, and he felt as if he could leap out of his own skin as he sat there and waited.

A bat catching a moth nearby sensed movement in an alleyway that was growing closer, a nearby rat moved toward the movement and Dantes was able to see both Orebus and Wane approaching.

Orebus pushed the creaking door and stepped inside.

“Dantes? Are you here?”

“Yes,” he replied, standing to meet them. He clasped each of their arms drawing in for a short embrace before releasing them. “I’m grateful it's you two.”

“Who else would bother?” said Wane looking him up and down. “You look like more of a drowned rat than usual. Are you alright?”

“I was on a sinking ship earlier today. I've mostly recovered from it.”