Chapter 10: Any other Questions?


    Karen brushed past an orc as she strode through the streets of themoner district.


    Watch it, midget.


    Karen bowed her head in apology and the orc left it at that.


    Idiot, she muttered and kept walking past the morning crowds.


    Themoner district was overcrowded by people trying to make a simple living while avoiding the dangers that lurked past the walls in the Dusk Valley. Cost of housing was expensive enough, coupled with the namete annual taxing, and mostmoners were barely making ends meet.


    Everyone was in a rush. The majority were headed towards one job or another, some here in themoner district, others in the trade district. They didnt have time to spare, most businesses didnt condone tardiness. After all, there were plenty of others ready to take the employees job. Which meant they wouldnt bother wasting time when bumping into a goblin, like Karen. She smiled as she looked at the orcs coin purse. Pickpocketing the orc had been too easy. A little bump, a small apology, and none were the wiser of Karens theft.


    The purse only held a few copper coins. She clicked her tongue in annoyance. She had hoped for a silver coin, but expected as much. She dreamed of the day when she could make enough money to enter one of the academies. The business academy would be the easiest to get into, since the only requirement was tuition. She didnt have the family connections to get into the civics academy. And like the majority of people, she hadnt shown any talent for magic, so the mage academy would never be an option. As a goblin, her physical abilities would never be enough to allow entrance into the martial academy either. Like dwarves, goblins were short and at a disadvantage in terms of weapon range and speedpared to other species. Unlike dwarves however, goblins werent overly strong for their size. In other words, her prospects were slim.


    Karens head shot up as a goblin dashed by. She had barely managed to catch a glimpse of the head of silver hair as it melted into the crowd.


    Who the hell? She had never seen a goblin run that fast. Another goblin followed a few secondster.


    Leroy?


    Karen? Leeroy wheezed out. His face was flushed and he was drenched in sweat. Did you see *huff* where that fucker went? Goblin, *huff* bluish skin, grey hair. Oh gods, my legs are killing me.


    Um, I think he went that way. Are you okay? Whats going on? Who was that?


    He took a few moments to catch his breath before answering. Im not sure. He had a weird name. Twig, or something. I think hes from a rival gang. He broke Jaxs nose and then ran.


    What? Is he okay!?


    Hes got a broken nose, how can he be okay? I was chasing after the bastard who did it, but hes too fast.


    Yeah, I noticed. Its like he was half vampire or something.


    Leroy choked out augh. Have you ever seen a vampire talk to a goblin that didnt involve giving them some kind of orders. Those conceited bastards would never share a bed with one of us.


    Yeah, I guess not


    I better get going. I gotta go check on Jax. Ill look for that bastardter. Keep an eye out for him will you?


    Of course. Karen stared at the bustling crowd. She was curious about the mysterious goblin.


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    Stryg viewed his surroundings. People still milled about the cobblestone road, though there were far fewer than in the morning. He had finally managed to get away from his attacker, after the failed initiation.


    Aghhh, dammit! He ran his hands through his silver hair. He wasnt sure where he had gone wrong. He thought he had done well in the fight. Maybe, the chief was simply angered because he had lost. It wasnt Strygs fault that their chief was feeble. If that was the best they had to offer then Stryg had to conclude that city goblins were just too weak. Theck of wolves, dire bears, and other fauna had clearly made themcent. Strygs mouth opened wide as he watched as a chubby goblin walked by. They had fat goblins too! What kind of shoddy training would allow such a thing! And where the hell did they have enough food to even gain that much weight? As if responding, Strygs stomach growled.


    He had gone a long time without food before, but never after expending so much energy repeatedly. He needed to eat something. But there was no food around. He thought of attacking one of the passersby and eating them, but he wasnt much of a fan of eating others. They didnt taste very good. Not to mention he didnt have enough energy to run, let alone fight. Maybe he could break into one of the houses and grab their food. But it was still daylight, onlookers would notice. He sighed, nothing was going as nned.


    Wow, I cant believe I actually found you. Today is my lucky day.


    Stryg took a step back as he eyed the cute stranger. She wore a white cotton shirt, with a blue skirt. Her ck hair was tied in a ponytail. She smiled.


    My names Karen. Whats yours?


    ...Stryg. Who are you?


    Just anothermoner, trying to get by. I saw you running earlier. She took a few steps forward.


    Stryg took two paces back.


    Hey, how did you run so fast? Why is your hair grey? Are you old? You dont look old. Woah, your eyes are purple, Ive never seen that before.


    Who was this girl? Was she an enemy? If so, he was too tired to fight back. Maybe he could scare her? No, he was too skinny and short for that.


    Not much of a talker huh? Karen asked.


    Strygs stomach growled in response.


    She grinned, Well, how about we make a deal? You answer my questions and Ill buy you dinner. How does that sound?


    The promise of food was tempting. But he was still cautious. I only have to answer your questions?


    Yep, she nodded. And follow me.


    Follow you? Why would I do that?


    How else are we going to get dinner. I cant buy food here, now can I?


    Um, no?


    Obviously. Come on, lets go. She walked away, not even bothering to check if he was following.


    Wait. Where are we going?


    The trade district, of course. She kept walking.


    Stryg reluctantly followed. Whats that?


    She turned to look at him, her eyes narrowed, Youre not from around here are you?


    ...Im scouting for my tribe. He lied.


    So youre a spy from one of the Valleys raiding groups? She raised an eyebrow.


    No. Im from the Blood Fang tribe.


    Never heard of them. Are they new to Dusk Valley?


    No, were from Vulture Woods.


    Wow, youre super far from home, huh?


    Stryg lowered his head, Not really. Though he felt disheartened as he spoke the words.


    How did your parents let you travel so far by yourself?


    Goblins dont have parents. He looked at her as if she had bumped her head.


    She returned the look. Everyone has parents. ...Its ok if you dont want to talk about it, there are a lot of orphans here.


    Stryg shrugged, No, I mean, *sigh* of course I <i>technically </i>have parents. But goblins arent raised by their parents.


    What do you mean they arent raised by their parents? Who raises them then?


    Well the Mothers of course.


    I thought you just said you werent raised by your parents. Just because you have two moms doesnt mean theyre not your parents.


    What? No. I mean, <i>the</i> Mothers. Mothers of the tribe. You know, skilled women chosen from the tribe to instill the young generation to be warriors. They dont ever have children of their own, because they are too busy training the children.


    Karenughed, What the hell are you talking about.Are you seriously telling me youve never heard of the Mothers?


    I dont know anyone who has ever heard of what you''re talking about. She raised her hands. Ok, so let me get this straight. These Mothers of yours, clothed and fed you, raised you and then taught you how to fight?


    They didnt clothe us. The tanners handled making us clothes. While the cooks prepared the food. The Mothers taught us the rules and ways of the tribe, and taught us how to fight. He recalled the bruises throughout his life, More like beat it into us.


    Stryg, thats...those, arent parents.


    Like I said, goblins dont have parents.


    Well, all the goblins I know had actual parents, at least at some point in time. I have a mom and dad.


    Then your tribe is different.


    Im not a part of a tribe and your tribe is clearly the weird one.


    All the goblin tribes I know have Mothers. Wait, youre tribeless. An exile? She was like him?


    What? She giggled, I think youre confused. First of all, the only tribes that exist in Dusk Valley are the ones led by roaming warlords who raid outside the city and theyre not made up of only one kind of species, like a goblin tribe or whatever. No one in the city is in any kind of tribe. And the only kind of exile are the ones banished from Hollow Shade city.


    Stryg had a hard time understanding. But... I thought the great cities were built by tribes making alliances with each other. Isnt that why all these species arent killing each other? He pointed his finger at people walking past. They gave him strange looks.


    Maybe it was like that in other great cities. But here, we are just trying to get by, all species alike. People still get into fights, of course, sometimes based on their species, but more likely because of money. Life here isnt cheap. Just because were safe behind the citys walls, doesnt mean life isnt rough. She shook her head as if to dispel some memory. Except for the families of lords anddies, those guys have it good.


    So, people just lived here together without fighting each other, because they just wanted to? What about food? Wouldnt they fight over food, there surely wasnt enough to feed everyone. Especially because there were no animals in sight.


    Were here, the trade district. Karen broke him out of his thoughts.


    They stood in front of a tall cobblestone bridge. Arge river rushed beneath. Past the bridgey a sprawl of stalls and shops. He noted there were far more guards stationed here. A cacophony of shouts promising the best of one product or another echoed throughout the district. Stryg felt overrun by the noise.


    Karenughed as she saw his face pale. Come on, I know a great stall that sells amazing chicken dumplings.


    Stryg didnt know what chicken or dumplings were, but he was hungry enough to eat anything at this point.


    So, Ive basically spent my time answering your questions. You better answer my questions, if you want me to hold up my end of the deal.


    Stryg nodded, Ask away.


    How old are you?


    I just turned eighteen a week ago.


    Wow, youre only a little younger than me. I thought you were like fourteen or something.


    Why? He regretted asking as the word left his lips.


    You know cuz, you dont have any facial hair and youre kind of, um, short for your age? She winced in sympathy.


    There was no need though. He knew what shed say. He was used to such remarks. He nodded. My skin is also cyan, my hair is grey, and I have lc color eyes too. Heughed, bitterness creeping into his voice, Im just a freak of nature. It was the whole reason why he hadnded in this awful predicament in the first ce. Had he been like the other goblins, perhaps he could have been in his own tent by now, bedding Bril or someone. Oh, wait, Bril was dead, the snakedy had seen to that. Definitely someone else then. He sighed, Any other questions?