Arabian Swindler

The twins, to some relief, bunked with Asha, seeming to share a hammock or at least two hammocks in the Lioness’s space. It did help keep space rather cleared up and not give them the need to make another room or them. Thankfully, they liked the space with the Lioness, and Asha was more than happy to have them around.

When they reached Vanhoover, both teens opted to stay onboard, and while Asha wanted to go out to explore, she seemed to give a reason to not go. That reason being that she didn’t feel welcomed in the city yet. With Katty and Herbal, it was simply a matter that both were finding a way to help her keep disguised-- or if not, just have the Shiftling wait on the ship.

Dejen himself left with Debt in search for the Rat named Alluite. There was a good number of places to check, and both employer and bodyguard spend the better part of their time looking for him. But when they did, they found the fairly sizable 3 foot rat sitting at some table alone and taking in the sights of everyone coming in and out.

His black eyes flicked around with his ears, alert of his surroundings and even homing on them both on the instant they came in. Those beady eyes slightly narrowed, while a slight smirk made its way to his lips. In an off hand, they could see what looked to be a copper bit get flicked and twirled about while nursing a cup full of golden liquid beer.

When they approached and Dejen sat down, the Rat tilted his head and said, “Hey bub, if you’re looking for the pound, it’s just down the street.” Looking pretty amused by his own joke.

“Hyena, not dog.” retort the Striped, noticing a large brimmed hat and a trench coat as he said. “Felix mentioned that you're a trustworthy info broker, knows a lot of things, right?”

There was a shrug as he said, “Can’t say I do.” Taking a sip of his liquor before placing it down. Though his ear flicked at the sound of a gold bit landing before him. Eyes flicking down, he continued, “But I hear stuff. Little things really, people can’t hold their liquor, ya know?” Chuckling to himself while quickly taking the bit.

“What's Changeling Hunters activity like in Equestria?” asked the Striped.

Humming, he told, “Pretty normal. Nothing new ‘except that one big fuss over some deforesting hive. But that was a few months ago. Old news. I think that’s it.”

“How ‘normal’ are we talking about? What do they usually do?” asked Dejen as he tossed three gold bits to the rat.

Reflexively, he caught them quickly and told onards, “Oh well, you know. Normal standard procedure stuff. Get a policy up here, get a paper to show there. Been keeping the streets clean and all that jazz.” Then went on while feeling and tapping one of the coins on the table. “But word on the street says they’ve been getting a bit of…. Extra help. Griffin-side sort. The real nasty sort of stuff used to get rid of pests from crops? Heard there’s a mix that when sprayed, bothers disguised changelings, but hardly does nothin’ to normal peps. You dig?” (

That's not good. A sort of insecticide spray to reveal disguise or mark them? Better tell Herbal to keep Katty in the ship. thought the Striped as he asked. “How often they do it? A week or so?”

“Beats me.” Shrugged the rat. Though as soon as a copper bit hit the table, he peeked and told. “But I think I heard some guy mumbling about doing it on rare times and with accidents. Something about it makin’ changelings a bit panicky. Something about it causing mild or severe irritation.”

Not good. thought Dejen as he asked. “Anything you heard of the Hunters recently? Anything about investigation on them by the Celestial Princesses?”

Chuckling, Alluite told, “Oh you’ll like this.” Leaning over while playing with a coin. “Get this. Them two prissy mares? They went on some trip down south. Arabia I heard.” Then went on, “Two weeks later, they come back and start hammering on the whole structure. I hear they’re on a tight line, reason for the accidents and low-key jobs they’re doing. Know that those two are ready to drop the hammer next mistake they make.”

Ah, Karma. Gotta love it when it's in my favor. thought Dejen as he said. “Good to hear, nice to see them under hot water for once.” then asked. “Anything else?” tossing another bit to the rat.

“Nope.” Then tilted his head. “Grudge on those crusaders, eh?” Asked the rat in amusement.

“Let just say that I have no love for them, and give me no reason to aid them.” simply said Dejen as he thought over the word. Crusaders? Thats a word not used often...naw, must be overthinking it. thought Dejen as he asked. “What about bounties? Anything for ‘alive only’?” recalling of Herbal fears and having a feeling this ‘Novelty’ might get a bounty for the thestral.

“I don’t know…” Started the rat. “There’s a lot of bounties out there.” Though as soon as Dejen rolled a coin on the table, Alluite was more than quick enough to take it and pocket it with, “But I know a few high bit ones that come through. We’re talking in the 2 or 5 k sort’s. Nothing like in Griffin land up north, or even those really high ones in Arabia.”

Chuckling, Alluite told, “Well, anyways. There’s dis one poster for a guy named Gumina, goin’ for 2k. Something about being a overdosed killer that’s a bit much for the authorities to take on. A pretty pudgy bird of a griffin.” Then though on. “There’s a 4k bounty for a Diamond dog slaver that’s got a solid route in Equestria. Full pay for him alive, bonus for lackeys.” Scratching his chin he told, “And there was these other two. One’s a open bounty for a pony gal, no name. But accused of massive theft and slave trafficking. The other is a 5k bounty for a couple of cats by some noble.” Then snapped his fingers, “Hervor- herme-- Herno, that’s what these things are called.”

Mentally registering them, Dejen thought. Damn, 5k? Tempting for anyone. nodding some, he then asked. “Any trouble around Vanhoover?” tossing another coin as a precaution.

There was a chuckle as the Rat told while catching the coin. “New to Vanhoover? There’s plenty of trouble.” Then looked at the payment over and told, “But if you’re lookin’ for the more dirty kind. There’s been a few mice scrambling out of their hiding places. Some big operation goin’ on. Been flushing out the vermets form the sewers so there ain’t any leaks. My ears, tell me that it’s a large-scale smuggling operation. Blue-dust is what my money’s on.”

“Or possible slavers.” muttered Dejen, as he can’t count that out, it might be something he needs to investigate, as precaution if they hit Grainseed. Can’t have the mare he needs taken. He glanced to the rat as he tossed another coin and asked. “Know who might be the group of said operation? Or is it a joint effort?”

“Joint.” Was the nod. “Few gangs and the some smugglers. Why I say it’s Blue-dust. Slavers would just take the gangs, and those gangs are keen to keep clear of slavers. They know what might go down. They know a losing game when it comes around.” Then went on, “But that’s about it.”

Nodding, he thought a bit. Hmm...should I ask of beyond Equestria? Maybe...don’t know his stretch… tossing another coin, he asked. “What of Iron Holds, heard anything there?”

With a low cackle of a laugh, the rat smirked, “Quite a nosy guy, aintcha bub?” Then pocketed the coin to go on, “A bit of news came in that a small fight broke out. Some big noise about a couple of noble houses getting prissy at the other. King’s putting his hoof down and got martial law goin’ on. Most of the middle area of the Holds are a bit up-tight with guards. No good business for the ‘special’ shops.”

Meaning smugglers or slavers can’t get near. thought Dejen as he tosses another coin as he asked. “News of Novelty Lace came up? Some unicorn nobility.”

Flicking the new coin in his hand, the Rat said, “Huh, yeah. I know the bitch.” Then snorted. “Nutty as an acorn tree. Came in through one of the joints and nearly smashed the place down with her money to know where--” And mocking plea out, “Smoochie-poo~” And snorted, “--was. If you know better, keep away from her, she’s way too off her rocker. Chasin’ some stallion. Last I checked, hightailed it to the south a month back with a large boat of mercs and personal guard.”

“Why you think I’m asking?” smirked Dejen as he knew that Herbal will be glad to know she was gone, although it trouble him on how the mare knew that the doctor was in the south. Although he did suggest in a grin. “I hope you’ll keep the stallion location hidden, after all I know you don’t want to meet crazy mare again and neither does he.”

Chortally, Alluite told, “Listen, if I hear that crazy mare’s shouts again? I’m gone.” Then ponte out, “Or at least point to some unlucky sob and say they know while I run for the hills. I’m not paid to deal with crazy!”

Chuckling he said. “Good to hear….” then thinking about it, he tosses another coin and asked. “...what do you know of Hualani?”

“Nothin’.” Came a… oddly squeaky voice. Though as soon as the gold coin landed on the table, he said, “Well… I heard of him…” Another met the table as he fidgeted, “Just a… guy that…” When five more hit the table, he seemed to cave. “Alright, so, ever hear of a place called Tartarus?”

“Basically hell for everyone.” remarked Dejen.

Nodding while scooping the coins to him, Alluite glanced around and told, “You didn’t hear this from me. Capiche?” Then glanced around again before leaning in and speaking lowly. “Guy’s a demon. Found some way out and crawled to the surface. Started up some little paradise of his far away from here, got slavers workin’ under his payroll to make a kingdom.” Then went on, “I even heard he’s been lookin’ fer dis thing. Not sure what, but I don’t think it’s good.”

Taking out five, he asked carefully and lowly. “When you mean ‘don’t know’?”

Looking at the coins for a long moment, greed won out as he slowly took them. “I mean that I didn’t hear about how it would give the guy more power.” Then went on, “Or how said power would let him get stronger magic. An’ I definitely don’ know notin’ about his plans of vengeance and conquest on a few places.”

Taking out five more, he asked carefully. “Do you know anything about this thing at all? Or are you afraid of learning and getting removed for even knowing?” although he had a good feeling it was the latter for this case.

Chuckling, the rat told, “It’s a risky job.” Taking the gold while telling, “High risks… even higher rewards.” Then told darkly, “Don’t know much of what it is yet. What I do know? Is that Haulani isn’t the only one that wants it. Others do too. Been searching all over for it. A slaver got his hands on it once, gave him the power to bowl through a platoon of heavily armed Griffin troops with his bare hands. But that’s about it.”

“Does the slaver have it-- or was he killed by Haulani?”

Shaking his head, Alluite told, “Lost it. Someone else got it off him and moved on. It’s been a game of tag since.”

Frowning, Dejen could already see the stakes with demons involved. A big stake..and not a big reward. then nodded as he moves back and said. “Thanks for the info...seems like I took a bigger bite than I could chew this time.”

With a cackle, Alluite leaned back and smirked, “Just think carefully if you find that hommin’ beacon of death.” Causing the stripped to pause. “Like I said. Big game of tag since. A few did die tryin’ to keep whatever it is. And the body count has been climbing over the years.”

Dejen thought and couldn’t help but chuckle as he said in amusement. “Maybe if it comes in my hands, Lady Luck might decide to give me a boon of safety?”

Snorting, the rat told, “She better owe you good, ‘cause you’ll need it for that favor.”

Laughing a bit, he nodded as he got up and said. “Take care Alluite, may the odds be in your favor.” although he paused, thinking as he thought. Wait...should I ask? debating on it before tossing the last coin to Alluite and asked. “Know anything on...Grainseed?”

Pausing, the rat paused and said, “The little dirt-town east of here?” He shrugged, “Yeah. got this little tour-shop for world entertainment and stuff. You know, things ponies go to for some silly round-the-world trip and go home with wasted bits on cheap knick-knacks.”

Nodding a bit, he turned and walked out as Debt followed him, the gnoll glancing around in caution, but ponies seamlessly gave it for the gnoll. As apparently not many were willing to get near to a weapon wielding and armor wearing gnoll that was taller than them. Looking down to Dejen as he spoke. “Much in your mind, Sir?” getting Dejen to slightly nod and told.

“Yeah...I’ve been playing a bigger poker match than I first realized.” then snort in slight amusement. “Not to mention I just discover how big the pot is.”

“That is, if you win Sir.” getting Dejen to grin wide and assured.

“I’ll find a way to win. I always do.”

“No offense Sir, but that doesn’t fill me with confidence.” retort the gnoll as Dejen reminded in amusement.

“It’s how I managed to rope you with me those years ago.” the gnoll snorted to that as the two headed back to the ship...with some disturbing news to share with the other's

Leaning on a railing and looking out the large viewing window of the bridge, Bina gave a slight humm and just stared out at Vanhoover. The city was big, and while she would have liked to look around, she was also in agreement with her brother that it was probably best to stay on the ship. They had enough people looking for them as it was.

With a glance she could see Bakari leaning on a wall. Eyes closed and in a semi-nap, Bina had to hold back a giggle at how her brother looked the part of the ‘Strong and silent’ sort of boy. Not that he wasn’t at times, but he seemed more brash and loud most of the time.

Turning her gaze back, Bina felt a small frown from as she wondered how long they would be there. Not long she hoped. While both she and her brother didn’t think that Maltar would catch up or get wind of them being this far by now-- she really didn’t feel comfortable here just yet. Maybe once they past Equestria’s eastern borders.

Yet even as they were within the bridge, with a few changelings coming in now and then, mostly to check on the controls, oil few things, or mostly to make sure the ‘captain chair’ cushions are dusted off. There was a rather silent in the bridge, as it's one of the few places not many would go to...or at least until they heard the clopping of hooves, as an unfamiliar mare voice spoke in.

“Is Vanhoover really that big? Bigger than Ramada, Master?” Although the one who answer was something that grab their attention.

“Well, not as big, but it's unique in its own way, Windy.” door opening as Dejen walked in with the azure mare as he said to her. “But unlike in Arabia, things are really different,” glancing up to see the two as he finished with a feeling of awkwardness in the air. “Here.”

Bakari was the first to blink form shocked, to near angry as he kept to his place on the wall, but his red eyes seemed to blaze. They flicked between both mare and the hyena, that suspicion back to full blast as his tail began to flick about with the slightest hint of agitation.

Bina was no better. If anything an odd fear rekindled in her, though this could have been just from how her tail slightly fluffed up and how she shifted. Though unlike her other times with the changelings were ‘flight’ was notable, ‘fight’ seemed to be what burned in her eyes. Shifting on her feet in what could be described as a defensive manner.

Ugh...this is what I wanted to avoid. A shitstorm. thought Dejen as he felt his own irritation crept up, as he really didn’t need to break what bits of trust they had for the other with a misunderstanding as he was thinking on how to explain about Windy. Although the pegasus look to the two, tilting her head some, and soon gave a simple nod of her head as she spoke.

“Hello, I’m Windy Skies. You must be the twins I heard of, Bina and Bakari, yes?” then said with a smile. “Before you give out whatever you think should be said, will you at least allow my Master the benefit of the doubt and let him explain? He may made mention of being in Arabia, and owning a slave is perfectly legal there.”

“Yeah… Legal.” Was the first dry thing Bakari said with no small amount of disdain. Watching ever so closely while Bina placed her hands behind her on the railing, feet spread out just a bit and seeming to inch her way towards her brother. In a similar fashion, he seemed to be just slightly inching her way too ever so subtly. (End)

Groaning a bit, Dejen rub his face as he muttered. “Do I have to deal with this every single time?” he almost wished Felix was on board-- at least he was passive about Windy! And so was Asha! He amended she was rather...bubbly to Windy, then again...it was hard to say what’s ‘the line’ for her. Still as he pulled his hand down, he looked to the two as he said.

“Before you start anything or say anything, can you let me explain a few things before you pass judgement on me?”

Carefully, Bina said, “A warning would have been nice to mention before.” Trying to at least seem polite about it, but her unease was so clear as day just from how she stood. (End)

“And how would you feel if I just say, ‘oh by the way, I own a slave, just to let you know in case you saw her’,” then told in a snark manner. “Yeah, I had a feeling that would go smooth.”

“Well sorry, Mr. know-it-all.” Sneered Bakari. “But you probably haven’t been hunted down by multiple slavers, caught by multiple slavers, and get nearly or have been sold off by slavers or ‘trained’ by said slavers.” Sounding particularly sour at the last part.

Windy frown as she told with a hoof forward. “Master was unsure of how to introduce me to you two, as he wanted the meeting smooth and without too much trouble. He knows that people outside of Arabia view slavery and owning a slave is look down on, so he was thinking of a good way to break the news, without attempting to make things as tense as they are.” as she then added.

“As the last person who came on this ship saw me, nearly threaten my Master and was rather hostile towards him.”

Breathing in and keeping a much more level headed than her nearly growling brother, Bina said, “We had some… really bad experience with slavers more than once. Arabia was rather bad because we both almost got separated and.. Well…” Shifting in place with a lowered head. “It… wasn’t pleasant.”

“They hurt my sister.” Was the snort Bakari gave. “So sorry if we feel threatened. What they did to her was bad enough.”

“They weren't gentle with my brother either.” Winced Bina. “I think he got it worse every time he made noise over them trying to train me.” Then held a hand up and told, “We’ll listen.” Adding the last bit towards her Brother mostly. “But… but some kind of warning would… well, of just been better.”

“Noted.” said Dejen as he moved to his chair, sitting down with a sigh as he leaned back. Windy moving up by him, jumping on his lap as she settled as Dejen explained. “3 years back, when I was in the city of Ramada, I saved the prince Harsho. After some events that lead to another prince death, Harsho became the Sultan.” gently petting Windy head as he told.

“He thought fit in awarding me Windy here. I’ll admit...I didn’t know what to expect or what reaction to give…” then chuckle as he told. “But I think the best reaction I gave was a simple threat to the balls with a knife to it.”

While Bakari hardly seemed to blink, Bina said in a slow voice, “And… and then what?” Trying to not feel too fidgety or jumpy.

“Well, Harsho, who did his best to calm me down, explained it was a rather high honor for him to give me a slave, a born slave he called it. He was a bit shocked by what I did, but I sorta passed it with cultural shock. After which, he explained to me that I would live in his city and whatnot. But the thing was? I...never thought I would get a slave.” then shrug as he admitted.

“I was considering of freeing her, but Harsho told me that trying to free a born slave was near impossible.”

With a sad look to Windy, Bina said, “That’s because they don’t know anything else.” Her tension having gone away and no longer looked ready to fight for her person. “Unlike… unlike others, a Born slave just never had anything else but being a slave. I don’t know if it’s any better but…”

Moving form slightly prepared stance to just walking over to hug his sister and keep by her side, Bakari said, “She's saying that we’re more comfortable knowing she wasn’t tortured and broken into being a slave.” Then went on, “That’s what they do to the more stronger willed you know.”

“To be honest? No, I don’t.” said Dejen as he admitted. “Ramada was more of a merchant city that focus on goods, spices, and clothings. Not much slave trade goes on there. Rarely does.” petting Windy mane as she leaned to his hand as Windy told the twins with a low smile.

“To be honest, I’m happy I’m serving Master. Because he treats me a lot better than what most masters do.” then lean in on the hand as she went on. “Most masters I serve just treat me like an object, tells me where to go and what to do...Master...Master does so much more than that. Treats me more than a thing…”

Bina uncomfortable shifted in her brothers arms, while Bakari said, “I don’t think we want the details.” Making his sister sigh, but also give a small nod.

“This is… really awkward enough.” She told while leaning more into her brother’s arms for some comfort. She didn’t seem to know what to say really, and while her tail wasn’t so fluffed, it still flicked in slight agitation like her brother’s did.

“Ugh, you're right on that.” said Dejen as he rubbed his eyes. “I was really hoping that I would have this conversation in a less awkward light.” then look to them and told. “But hey, at least you two didn’t fully freak out and fully listen to me. So that's a plus.” then soon said. “Now, I have a topic that might make things more awkward. Haulani, you mention he’s been after you,” then asked. “Would it of bad to tell me he was also a demon too?”

Both made grimacing faces, Bakari saying, “You don’t need to tell us.” Not looking all that great at the thought. “It doesn't take a genius to figure out a twenty foot high… crab… snail, slug, thing?” Trying to find the right words.

Bina just shuddered and said, “He’s got a body of an eight legged crab with tri-shaped claws, this head and neck of a slug and a huge mouth full of teeth, four long stalked eyes and a… an extra large hard shell for a body.” Looking a bit grossed out herself. “And like Bakari said… is about twenty feet high. Who knows how big around.

While Windy pressed herself against Dejen body, eyes closing to do her best to remove that image, Dejen remarked. “You know, despite you two giving me shit on Windy, I haven’t give shit on you with neglecting me about Haulani being a demon.” then side step that as he asked. “Now, important question. These things you lost ...are they related to whatever Haulani is searching for.” seeing the tensing of both as he said.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” then snort as he went on. “Listen, I hardly give a shit on what they can do, what I do give a shit about-- is the question of you two able to make sure that guy doesn’t get his hands on them?”

Shifting to that, Bakari muttered, “We’ve been making due for three years with him and everyone else wanting them.” Though it was the little tidbit at the end that made Dejen perked his ears.

Everyone wanting them? slightly mused the Stripe as he soon recalled the rat mention ‘thing’. Singular as he soon said. “You mention them. Meaning more than one. I heard it was thing, one thing. So let me ask you this. Does this demon want all of them...or a very specific one that give him what he dreams of?”

The siblings glanced to the other before Bina glanced up and said hesitantly, “He wants both.” Giving a good number of how many. “Because, well…” Debating on saying or not why. And it looked like Bakari was just as unsure. But it was enough hint for the Striped. A slight spark of memory reminding him of where they were going, what they were getting from a friend.

“Humilute. These things, maybe two for each of you, are at that place in the Iron Hold.” said Dejen as he thought more. “Pendants...you lose them, by a competition of tag, bodies dying for whoever took and attempt to live long-- only until your friend manage to grab them and headed to Humilute-- and it's a race against time now.” getting him to think more as he pet Windy head.

Thinking on it as it confuse him. Why travel all around the world...only to come across this place? I mean there would be competition so people will move them around and try to find them...but if they knew where it was… thinking a bit as he spoke out. “You two had these pendants for three years...you travel around with the pendants, you knew people wanted them and you didn’t hide them-- or had your friend hide them to evade those wanting the pendants.”

“You could have had misdirected information, gave distractions with multiple pendants as fakes...and make rumors of their locations in other areas-- and yet...yet you didn't ...Why?”

Neither one would look up at him, and neither one said anything for a long time. But after a while, it was Bina that said, “Because we’re part of them.” Going quiet for a moment before sagging with her brother. “We’re almost as weak as newborn cubs. All of our strength and energy… are in those pendants.”

He was silent at this, thinking it over as he raise a finger as Windy blinked at her Master and what was just told as Dejen said. “Let me get this straight. These pendants are basically part of you, part of your strength, your energy-- your very life-force….” then stop as he took in a breath and soon said as he activate the radio. “Debt?”

“Yes, Sir?” spoke the gnoll.

“After we’re done with Vanhoover? Make Humulit priority one.” a annoy sound came as he asked.

“But isn’t the Iron Hold currently in martial law due to the ruler and its nobility?” to which Dejen reminded.

“Middle only, Humulit is in the northern area, with a side of lawless as the martial law is moot there.”

“Hmm...very well Sir.” letting Dejen end the call as he looked to the two and told. “Good news? You made me feel that this is serious enough that I’ll need to work overtime to get us there.” then snort and question. “Now, give me the bad news: what make those pendants so big, so important to make everyone-- even a demon want them badly?”

Wincing some, Bina said, “It’s kinda the reason we didn’t want to mention it…” Then ran a toe in circles on the floor and told, “Without them, we’re weaker than most anyone. Helpless almost.” Then said while looking off to the side. “With them we’re… well, much stronger. Above average for a Herno. Tougher. Faster… I can outpace most fliers by foot, and my brother lift boulders minotaurs can’t.”

It was Bakari that then told, “But they also have our Yin or Yang releases.”

“Yin and Yang?” question Dejen as he facepalm and lowly muttered. “Great, chinese stuff, as if that means good with this bad news.”

“Well, the news get more crummy.” Bakari said with a slight scowl. “Yin is my sister’s. Aspects of cold, water, earth, moon… while mine is heat, fire, wind, sun.”

Bina took her turn to talk, and informed, “My brother and I can use the elements, even use the sun or moon respectively to make us stronger.” Then winced, “But… we don’t. It’s too dangerous.” Then explained, “The more you use an element, the more server it gets over time. We don’t risk using them because small gusts build into tornados. Small splashes turn into tsunamis.”

Windy frown as she felt her Master rubbing her side, feeling him having that ‘annoyed’ feeling as she glanced up and seeing him doing his best to not freak out of this news. She raises her head up to nuzzle his neck some, getting him to look at her. Seeing her smile as he took a breath and let it out as he asked. “Okay. So these pendants give you power, and have to balance how to wield them. Okay...now this friend. Who are they, what do they look like-- and how long are they expecting to see you in that place?”

Sighing, Bina said, “At the most? A month. We weren't sure how long it would take to get there or dodge everyone after us. But we thought a month might be a safe bet.” Then shifted to keep telling, “We know she won’t use them. She knows that unless she wants just extra strength or speed, that elements get out of hand.”

“We balance the other out.” Told Bakari. “If we have to use an element, then the other can use it’s opposite one to cancel it out.” Then said, “And her name’s Miko--”

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” groan out Dejen as he facepalm as Windy look to the two and said in a sheepish manner.

“She...was on here and the one to suggested Humulit was the best place to go.”

“And she was the one who I mentioned she freaked out when she saw Windy here.” grumbly added the Striped.

Wincing, both held a grimace and it was Bina that said, “She… was trapped in one of those slaver places we mentioned. I was in the same room that they were trying to break us in.”

“Well there goes my theory on why she hates slavers and wanted me dead.” grumble Dejen as he took in a breath and let it out. “Okay, now beside the major pain I will be expecting soon when we see her-- is there anything else I should know? Like who could be hunting these things so I have a general idea on who to watch out for?”

Thinking with a frown, Bakari told, “You know Haulani, and he wants the combined force of both stones of our pendens. Then there’s Maltar, he got a hold of mine a couple years back. Wants it again. Then there’s that mare we mentioned. She had Bina’s by chance.”

Sighing, Bina said, “It’s really the stones that are on the Pendant that have our strength. The cord we use are tough, but something still can cut them or… rip the stone away.” Then went on, “And they have to be with us to work. We tried hiding them and… well…”

“We got our butt’s whooped.” Stated Bakari. “By midget diamond dogs.”

Dejen couldn’t help but snicker to it as he said. “Sorry...sorry...that image was too funny,” clearing his throat as he was about to speak, before snickering again and said. “Nope, couldn’t keep a straight face. Still fresh.”

With a frown, Bakari said, “Want me to wipe it off when I toss a large carriage on you. I can do it with one arm once I get my stone back.”

“Bakari.” Groaned Bina.

Calming down some, he said. “But it does give me an idea on how weak you two are.” said Dejen as his ear flick, hearing footsteps as Debt walk in, ignoring them as he went to his station as Dejen asked. “Herbal and Katty came back on the ship?”

“Yes, a few minutes back. I told Gem to be ready in case things went south.” activating the ship as he advise the two Hernos. “Brace yourself.” carefully getting the ship in the air as he glanced back to Dejen and asked. “Sir, the speed?”

“Medium for now.” told Dejen as the gnoll nodded.

Slowly, the two herno’s let go of the other, shifting a bit in place before Bina said, “We’ll… head back to our cabin.” Moving to the lead this time while her brother followed along. And while Dejen let them leave, he still couldn’t help but think over the two. Or more to the point, those pendants.

At first, it was vague in a sense, of what power there was. Alluite’s little description of a slaver being able to take down a platoon of heavily armed and possibly trained griffons was a good hint of the physical power it granted. The possible speed and stamina. But the elements of fire, wind, earth and water too? It made him realize why Haulani was pinned on getting them. It wouldn’t just boost his strength, but give control of those elements to their… extremes. Extremes the users couldn’t always control form the sounds of the two.

He leaned back in his chair, thinking deeply to this as his hand began petting Windy side, as she let out a coo. If that demon, or that mare and minotaur-- or whoever got them, and couldn’t control them? Bad shit will happen. he frown a bit as he thought in a bitter tone as he thought back to Sumira words. Winding strings on me, huh? Fate of luck, was it? Well I don’t feel lucky right now, or feel I’ve done much. he couldn’t help but thought grimly.

I think my luck is draining and karma's going to came calling on me. that thought didn’t settle him too well, he knew he did bad things before, he knew he did questionable things before-- he especially knew that things might not work out...but he was hoping that things would work out. Somehow.

Debt glance behind him, seeing his employer focus, perhaps too focus on whatever he talk with the two. He’s getting that look. The serious look. thought the gnoll as he hid his frown. Been awhile since I saw that look. Last time was with the whole Shima thing. glancing ahead as he thought on the situation, knowing that things might be bad, and not many people might make it out alive.

What will you do Sir? What will you do to make fate change with whatever cards you play? idly thought Debt, as the gnoll, in an odd sense of optimism, believed that his employer was blessed by the gods of luck. That to him, Dejen was the luckiest bastard to ever live.

To say half the town was burnt down was a compliment. When they got there, everyone that came to see the town could only stare at the… well, bleak looking town that looked more black, charred, gloomy and all around depressing as some sort of place on it’s last leg. It was surprising to see there were still people milling around. Though from the looks of a few dead bodies… one’s life expectancy wasn’t long.

It was Asha that asked, “So… this is… Humuile?” Scrunching her face up some. “It’s…. A sad, sad dump.”

“Yeah… the place is crap.” Agreed Bakari. “Reason why no one bothers to come here.”

“Well beside us.” snort Gem as she looked to Dejen and asked with cross arms. “You sure this is a good place to start Scars over again? No offense but...it's a shitty town.” The sound of a screaming with a flash of red and yellow as Debt remark.

“A mage just burn someone to death.”

Rubbing his face, Dejen told. “Yes, I know. Its a shitty town...but we gotta start from the bottom somewhere.”

Herbal made a face and admit. “Dejen...there's barely anything for us to rebuild the town, much less build anything. All there is are rocks, land...and torched wood with bodies.”

“Hey, there’s a few still-standing buildings!” Asha said with optimism.

“You mean the ones that are half-burnt down and mostly missing roof’s?” Bakari sarcastically asked. “Because those are signed up to be condemned.”

Bina gave a sad nod and told, “It’s a horrible idea to visit a place that’s ready to be abandoned.” Then went on to say, “But it’s also the last place we’ll be searched for at.”

Rubbing his face in some thought, Dejen asked. “Mercy, give me a figure, how many might die if we attempt to gain some sort of order in the town?”

“Hmm, population is low, around maybe...100 or so. Unless there are very skilled people around? Not much casualties on our side. But that doesn’t add into the diseased, the sick, the starving, even the ones who are skeptical about you.” said the Queen.

Piping up, Asha said, “I can heal the land.” Getting a number of skeptical glances. She glanced out and told, “Not instantly. I’m not that strong or skilled yet…. But I can get it started. There’s so much ash and soot and burnt things… the soil should be near perfect for regrowing plants. I can do it.”

Katty perked to this and smiled, “I help too. Know how to cultivate. Care. Grow greens. Make many, many healthy strong plants.”

Thinking a bit, Dejen formed a plan and said. “Okay game plan. Asha you and Katty do what you can with the land, ask a couple of changelings for help if needed. Herbal you get medical supplies, and if needed the stuff the Winged gave you. We might need it. Gem you are on guard duty with Herbal if some of them are push. Mercy you and the changelings start a big buffet, the best way to lure people is the smell of food.

“We can use that to our advantage to give them the benefit of the doubt, Debt you're on guard duty with her in case some of them are demanding for more.”

“And what would you be doing, boss?” asked Gem as Dejen told.

“I’ll be searching around, see if there's the remains of a town hall, or any information on what this town was-- I honestly doubt this was always a lawless place in the northern area.”

Thinking of that, Bina said, “We know where that is.” Getting his attention. “Bakari and I passed through here once. Even explored it a bit, we know where the… well, what’s left of the town hall is.”

“It’s a stump.” Bakari told his sister. “All we found was the stairwell.”

“It’s something!” Bina complained before going on to tell Dejen. “It’s just down the road… and looks like a charred stump…” Then glanced to Herbal before saying to Dejen, “We’d come but… like we said, without our stones we’re… well…”

“It's alright.” assured the stallion with a raise hoof. “Nothing can be done about it, I’ll simply do the best I can…” but then look to Dejen and asked. “But are you sure this will give us a foothold here? Free food and medical healing might not be enough to sway them.” to which Mercy said.

“Herbal, you’ll be surprised how a person can change their tune with free food to eat and free healing to ease their pain and soreness. We might as well be saints to them.” then added. “Or at least until they know why we’re here, then they’ll have mixed opinions.”

Shaking his head, Bakari told, “Well it’s either you-- or all the outlaws that keep going on murder sprees to loot the dead.” And with that line of thought, they could almost see why the few citizens left might flock to them in the end.

Thinking some, Dejen thought for a moment...before gaining a wide grin as Gem said. “Uh oh ...I don’t like that look. You’re plotting something nefarious, aren’t you?” that grin grew wider with teeth as Gem asked to Asha. “Please tell me he’s not thinking something nefarious.”

Asha tilted her head and said, “No.” And smiled, “I think he’s going to do a practical joke! Can I help?”

Chuckling, he said. “Oh yes~.” for some reason, it made a few changelings shiver on how...full of anticipation their King had.

That strange warship was there, landed a few feet from the town as the remaining civilians watch in wary and worried. Some wonder if it was someone from Iron Hold finally bringing some soldiers, other's thought it was heavily armed mercenaries-- or worse, slavers finally hitting their worthless town…

But yet, unexpectedly and suddenly, music came out with the sounds of drums from the ship as a sound of voices came as when the chorus hits, the main bay doors open with light streaming out, doves flocking and flying in the air. It cause many, even some of the outlaws to stop and look…

Only for a figure to come out, a strangely armored being that was a bit hunched over. At first they thought it was some diamond dog...before he stretches his arms out as changelings began flying out from the main bay.

The response… could have been better. “Changeling hive!” “We’re doomed!” “I should have left a long time ago!” “Get the rum! Get the rum and run!”

With the sight of changelings coming out, did some noticed them carrying large objects...tables, chairs, and...pots? They seemingly seem to set up things, ignoring the people as large tables were set out, chairs were brought in place...and food, delicious scrumptious food came as the aroma came out as a unicorn mare walk by the armor being, smiling as the armor being called out in great joy.

“Don’t run! We got free food for you civilians of Humulit!”

There was a long silent pause… right before the civi’s, or what was left of them, ran for cover-- and the outlaws draw weapons. Be they improvised tools made of pipes and wood, or actual blades and spells. There were a few mercenaries, but they seemed to stay off to the side indifferently or move calmly to someplace to stay out of the crossfire.

Slowly walking down, Dejen continue with the shouting. “Now you must be wondering, oh why does this being with a Hive is providing free food? Well, simple. I decided to give you all an option. Come forward, eat, have actual food, and get checked by an actual doctor who will heal what he can. All for free!” then told with a raise finger.

“This option can also be a stretch to the outlaws or few mercs-- that is if they’re willing to listen to what I have to say, if not? Well…” seeing the outlaws moving in attack mode in their gaze as he took his crossbow out as he fired into them, letting their bodies drop as he told simply. “I’ll kill you.” letting a body drop down with a bolt to the heart.

A few hesitated, potentially weighing their options while the changelings continued to work getting tables and chairs set. Other’s began to come down the ramp leading to the hanger-bay, Asha taking lead with a camoed Katty to get started on the surrounding areas.

It was the two teens walking down that took in the sight before them. With a glance of her eyes, Bina asked quietly to Dejen, “Urm… Dejen?” TRying to get his attention a bit. “Why not you just offer to hire mercenaries? They might help guard and… keep others from trying to raid us.”

“I want to make an example first.” told Dejen lowly as he noticed the outlaws were looking ready to take the chance. Noting a few outlaws seem to bow out from trying as the rest seem ready to fight as he shouted. “In addition, any mercs here? I’m willing to pay gold to you all for assisting me to keep order around here. Starting now!” As he soon saw all the mercs ready with their weapons drawn out to paint or aim at the outlaws as he stated.

“So again people. Come and eat in my way-- or today is the last day you live. I’m talking to you outlaws, you know who you are.”

The turned tables made them very much consider trying their luck. One made seemed confident though, and raised his hands of fire-- and not a moment later found one, two, three silver arrows in his body before he dropped. A few gave a glance to the side where a mercenary archer sat, looking ready to fire more arrows. Rather wisely, they lowered their arms.

One merc, a Griffin, turned and asked, “So… when do we get paid?” Still keeping a sharp eye on the area, civilians slowly peeking their heads out when no chaotic fighting was happening just yet.

“Simple my feathered friend,” said Dejen with a smirk in his tone. “You all get paid when we root out the troublemakers, get everyone fed-- including you lot, get everyone checked up for health. Then discuss possible long term arrangements in business. Seems fair?”

To that, the archer spoke, “Want us to thin the herd?” Focusing her gaze on quite a few outlaws. “We know some pretty dirty folk. What sort of trouble makes you don’t want? We’ll off them now and save you the trouble of looking.”

“I appreciate that, you remove the ones who will give me trouble in more ways than one.” respond Dejen, as one outlaw shouted.

“Every male for himself!” as they all try to scatter, keyword ‘try’ as Dejen saw the slight massacre of outlaws as Mercy tease.

“Not in the mood to redeem possible tools?” Dejen snort as he saw that 100 was coming down to at least 60 as he said.

“Not with Outlaws. Honestly I rather kill them now and see who remains to be used.” putting his crossbow away as the changelings were finishing up with food being served as he saw one of the mercenaries coming up as Dejen said. “Good job, now split into two groups, one guarding as just in case, the other getting feed free food.” jerking his thumb to Debt as he said.

“Any questions you got? Ask him.” looking to Mercy as she gave an amused look as she tease. “There's my Cutthroat. I was wondering when you kept your fangs hidden.” he grin and told in amusement.

“Only for the right moments.”

Bina gave a grimace at all the now dead bodies in the street, even more the blood that soaked the ground. Part of her felt bad for that, but feeling her Brother’s hands guiding her away, she was lead off to go help serve out food to those that needed it.

Though for Dejen, his eyes scanned about and looked down the main road where there was, almost out of sight. A burnt stump. Possibly the place that the twins mentioned being the remains of the town hall. Which, like Bakari seemed to point out, was… next to nothing.

Well crap. Nothing for me to find. Probably got all its papers burnt up… he however wanted to make sure there was something for him to scavenge. Leaving Mercy to help give food as he moved towards the stump, going down the stairwell as he found a few cabinets with some files. He carefully took out the papers, looking over the worn and old papers as he look over some information.

Hmm, used to own by some noble, around 40 years back, maybe longer...outdated really...what was the purpose of this town? Carefully placing it back as he searched around. Until he found a letter of evacuation, it was recently made, but got that old feel and faded look. Doing his best to scan it through, he noted it was about some civil fight between two nobility.

The area here was casualty and was forgotten, or probably left for dead. Meaning what civilians that were loyal either died out or left. And anyone who came here struggle to live and survive with outlaws...what else can I find? thought the Striped, carefully looking through everything as the best he could. Although from what he found? It was picked clean as other scavengers must of took the good parts here.

With a sigh, he climbs out of the stairwell, noticing a changeling coming by and asked. “What will we do with the bodies?”

“Take their possessions, clothing included, and bring them to where Katty is. She said they used dead bodies to help make the land good-- figure she can use those.” the changeling scrunch his face, but nodded, leaving away as Dejen walk back as he thought. I need to make a few cuts, get some timber, some stone, start building walls and buildings...as well as figure out how much I’ll have left from paying the mercs. 100 bits might do, standard fee. But for long term I need to consider what I can give and get in exchange.

It spelt quite a number of problems that he had to now focus on. The Merc’s alone numbered a good 11, maybe 15. And the additional costs and work needed for walls and homes was even higher. They could get stone and wood easily enough for free-- and how far did they need to go to get it? And did they even have the tools? Were there even tools around the local area to use?

Then there was food. They only had so much on the ship, and there were still a good 60 people left over. What was his plan for feeding them, and keeping them feed. It was obvious that they were desperate. He could see it now from how little they dressed or their dire state. There was poverty here and it festered because of the outlaws-- the bounty hunters only relaxing around here for whatever reason but didn’t seem willing to help unless paid to.

Lots and lots of costs. We might feed them if we stretch the food, but that’ll give us 2 months at most with these people. What to do, what to do? he had to sit down on some charred wood, talking his cards out to shuffle, helping him think some as he thought on. If I do try to get the mercs long time here, they want big cost, 3 meals a day. Can’t give too much, but not enough means they’ll leave. How to keep them here, but not pay too much? he ponder hard on that…

Before he looked to his cards...as an idea spark in his head. Gambling. Mercs love to gamble. That could work...but I need to say it right, otherwise they might feel they were cheated somehow.

“Hey!” Dejen was jared from his thoughts as the mercenary archer form before strode up. Closer now, he could see she was a Diamond-dog, a greyhound of some sort with her leaner and sleeker body. She gave him a tilted head and said, “What’s your play?” Fixing the longbow over her shoulder some while watching.

“Play?” parrot the Striped.

With a sweeping hand motion, she said, “You just come in with a boat load of changelings, shout good tidings and call to pay us mercs-- all at once?” She then said, “I’m still getting paid by the way.” And went on, “Well, something isn’t right with all of it. I’m not stupid, and neither are the others… so what’s your angle?”

Ah I get it. The good old ‘what's to gain’ question. looking around, he soon got on his feet, putting his cards away as he said. “My angle? My angle is to take this dumpheap-- and make it an actual town. Walls, buildings-- a place to grow. A place free from Changeling Hunters, and a place where I can spread my influence with what I do best. Gambling and information.” then added in amusement.

“Helping the people and giving them hope and new opportunities is a simple bonus on the side.”

Crossing her arms, she said, “Aka, I’m taking over this town.” Ear lifting a bit before saying. “Well, if you plan to do most of that, tell me this.” Then jerked her head over her shoulder. “How do you plan to do that, with just one warship?” Then said, “I don’t see it holding materials for a whole town, and not all the needed food too.”

“That...is currently being thought of.” said Dejen as he went on. “I’ll admit, I thought this place was in better shape-- but seeing it? Yeah, going to take a lot of work. Especially costs with paying you all and gathering materials and food.” having a hand under his chin as the Striped went on. “Still trying to figure out how to get the basics at least, winging it as I go along to be truthful.”

She stared for a while before saying, “Look, the other mercs? Only about five of them care about this place.” Then snorted, “Ah, by the Stones. Even they don’t care that much for this place.” Then looked up and told, “Here’s the deal. This place is pretty much dead. But as you can see, it’s still alive, even a little bit.”

Shifting her weight to her other leg, the female told on, “I’m technically on someone else's contract. You’re spare change. There’s a caravan of traders, a bleeding heart of a pony goes off path to come here once every three months. Comes with food and what few supplies she can. Charity stuff, pays me to guard her and keep the place somewhat protected.” Then looked to her nails remarking, “You can last the month? She might make a deal with you.”

“At least the food problem would be somewhat solved.” said Dejen as he said. “I have a good feeling when I do pay you all 100 bits-- the mercs mostly will leave once they noticed I’m not giving much else.” then glance to her and asked. “So these few five, are you included among them?”

Giving a firm nod, she told, “Born and raised here. Shitty hole to be born and raised in, but my folks made a living with what little they had.” Then glanced to point out, “The big minotaur guy? He lives here. Ex military. The pony pegasus playing nursemaid is some former traveler, stays here to scavenge form outlaws.”

She took a moment to look around and point, “Others there, that other minotaur? He’s an ex mage. Came here with his bud when they left the service. Dishonored leave or something.” Then turned to tell, “There’s one more, a Herno. He’s not here right now, back at his Clan Village for some Honor Code family thing. But a damned deadly swordsmen.”

Thinking a bit, he said. “I’ll be frank with you. I want the five of you hired on here. I was considering hiring all the mercs-- but I’ll be broke within three weeks.”

“I wouldn't trust them.” She told flatly. “If someone’s paying more? They’ll slit your throat and take the higher bidder.”

“Which is why I kept Debt with me as my bodyguard.” comment Dejen as he continues on. “But to continue on the point? I want to hire you on, yes you mention that you’re on a contract and I’m spare change-- but technically if me and this charity mare make a deal and it go through? You’ll be working with me for long term until she say otherwise.” then cross his arms and said.

“Now, I can’t pay you high amount of gold-- but I can pay you with other things. Food. clothing, repair of armor and weapons. It might not be much, but it will cover what costs there be with getting better clothing, gear patched up by an expert smithy-- maybe have some runes added to your gear for more effective uses.” looking at her as he told plainly. “So while it's true I won’t back up with gold-- I’ll back up with gear to make your job's a hell lot easier in removing threats.”

She hummed and scratched her neck in thought before saying, “Well… once you can toss gold in later on, sounds like a solid deal to me.” Then told while giving him a look. “Don’t expect the other’s to take it up. I wouldn’t put it past those two Minotaur pals to quit merc work and try making a smithy shop here. Minotaurs like their metal work.” Then snorted, “Not sure of Sheer Force, the pegasus. She might just leave after a bit with the Trader… and who knows with that cat.”

“I’ll take anything I can get. Better to have some mercenaries than no mercenaries.” raising a hand he said. “Names Dejen.”

Clasping the hand, she told, “Mynu.” Then let go and told, “Better watch yourself. You might be paying them, but those mercs are still cut throat.” Turning and leaving for some perch to set herself on and continue her watch.

He hums a bit, walking on off to a free chair, moving to sit down as he took his helmet off, letting himself think of the ramifications. Most of the mercs will be laying around. Be paid to slit my throat too. Keep my guard up outside the ship, get the changelings on guard in case the mercs are higher by someone to kill us. With maybe Mynu being the only guard beside the minotaurs and the pegasus-- with a few changelings and Debt.

What to do, what to do? thought Dejen as he was in a pickle, probably more when they see Windy. He doubts that pegasus will like working with him, some other people might be afraid...and some mercs might try to get near her. Note to self. Order limbs to be cut or broken if they get near her. darkly thought Dejen as he was alone in his thoughts to figure out what to do with this whole situation-- again.