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These fears were realized when an ambush happened in less than ten minutes after you'd stepped foot in the plaza, with the intent to mug you and your wives. Thankfully Cattleya's good reflexes and night vision along with Gerty's fighting skills fended the would-be thieves away from you.
So far it wasn't the best introduction, though giving a more generous look at the place didn't do it any favors.
The distinct stench of garbage wafted up into the air, complimenting the trash strewn on the ground. Structures with clear signs of decay were haphazardly fixed with metal sheets and leather coverings and scrap welded together, giving the buildings here a patchwork appearance. Windows were all either broken or boarded up. Scaffolding, long since abandoned mid-construction, was used as homes for those that clearly had nothing else.
By the center of the plaza there were people gathered around a small bonfire. They were of different species, with harpies, beastfolk and lamias making up the majority. Though the most notable person here being a donkey man, who seemed to be telling tall stories and was generally someone who others spoke to with respect.
Though they were all less that fifteen minutes away, your attention was taken by finding a woman lying on the street, bruised and nearly dead, but otherwise unscathed. She looked like some sort of mix between catfolk and dogfolk, though she had no tail. Gerty, Cattleya, and Bertha identified her as one of the adventurers that challenged them while you and your other wives (and Yumi) met and fought against Ayane's mother— Sumiko.
You ordered Gerty to use a healing spell on her, which was enough to make her return to consciousness. But instead of thanking you, she simply grunted, drank a recall potion, and vanished without a word.
"How rude." Ruby said.
"Betcha she's still sore about losing to us." Bertha said.
"Wot's 'er name again, even?" Cattleya meowed.
"Oria-something." Bertha replied.
"Master," Gerty looked at you, "Her wounds indicate he had been fighting multiple people at once."
"I can tell." You said, your high perception helping you out here.
"Should we call for backup?" Gerty continued, giving a cursory glance at the radio you were carrying and doubtless wanting to call the Centrian Knights.
"No." You said as you glanced at Mel. She shared the look back, a silent understanding emerged here, the both of you not needing to say how dangerous these streets were.
Despite it being a working day tomorrow, drunks would wobble out of bars supporting one another while singing songs, stumbling about and beginning slurred conversations with whoever was unfortunate enough to be in their proximity.
Said drunks exited the local tavern nearby, and, as if the floodgates were opened, chaos spread around here and there, though it vanished as quickly as it came, with people taking to drinking recall potions or physically going back to their homes.
So far it wasn't the best introduction, though giving a more generous look at the place didn't do it any favors.
The distinct stench of garbage wafted up into the air, complimenting the trash strewn on the ground. Structures with clear signs of decay were haphazardly fixed with metal sheets and leather coverings and scrap welded together, giving the buildings here a patchwork appearance. Windows were all either broken or boarded up. Scaffolding, long since abandoned mid-construction, was used as homes for those that clearly had nothing else.
By the center of the plaza there were people gathered around a small bonfire. They were of different species, with harpies, beastfolk and lamias making up the majority. Though the most notable person here being a donkey man, who seemed to be telling tall stories and was generally someone who others spoke to with respect.
Though they were all less that fifteen minutes away, your attention was taken by finding a woman lying on the street, bruised and nearly dead, but otherwise unscathed. She looked like some sort of mix between catfolk and dogfolk, though she had no tail. Gerty, Cattleya, and Bertha identified her as one of the adventurers that challenged them while you and your other wives (and Yumi) met and fought against Ayane's mother— Sumiko.
You ordered Gerty to use a healing spell on her, which was enough to make her return to consciousness. But instead of thanking you, she simply grunted, drank a recall potion, and vanished without a word.
"How rude." Ruby said.
"Betcha she's still sore about losing to us." Bertha said.
"Wot's 'er name again, even?" Cattleya meowed.
"Oria-something." Bertha replied.
"Master," Gerty looked at you, "Her wounds indicate he had been fighting multiple people at once."
"I can tell." You said, your high perception helping you out here.
"Should we call for backup?" Gerty continued, giving a cursory glance at the radio you were carrying and doubtless wanting to call the Centrian Knights.
"No." You said as you glanced at Mel. She shared the look back, a silent understanding emerged here, the both of you not needing to say how dangerous these streets were.
Despite it being a working day tomorrow, drunks would wobble out of bars supporting one another while singing songs, stumbling about and beginning slurred conversations with whoever was unfortunate enough to be in their proximity.
Said drunks exited the local tavern nearby, and, as if the floodgates were opened, chaos spread around here and there, though it vanished as quickly as it came, with people taking to drinking recall potions or physically going back to their homes.
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