Welcome to Plague Town

The grunchy, plague looking town of old looking buildings. Shattered up roof tiles. Missing or broken steps to patios of each home. A sunroof collapsed over a store’s window, blocking the wares for any travellers passing by. Wild messy dogs that somehow smell much, much better than the town itself. How is that possible?! How do the dogs smell better than the town?! Oh well. Let’s see while Malakai is playing with his violin, playing the music to make the town feel more lively than what I’m seeing right now. He’s even singing a jazzy tone while another magical instrument of drums and saxophone next to him, being a one man parade for the new Adventurer that comes to time.

This town looks like a massive expansion of the big city slums where there is nothing but grounded, dirty and reeks. Seeing people either pissing from the wooden bridges and into the muddy sidewalks, or smoking or playing Craps for a couple of Bronzes and shiny pebbles, and some are arguing with their spouses before being stabbed to death.

This is the town where it had come down with the Plague, and sadly for you, this the beginning of your play.

You will have to deal with everything that offers itself.

It may reek the smell of desperation, some here are still mad after separation.

So expect some of those who want you to off yourself.

A general store that has the contents from the window being obscured by a collapsed sign of the ‘Mental Institution of the Magical Insane’, while a pub with different kinds of Demons, Oceanics, Dwarves, Elves, Humans, and even Orcs and Goblins.

The obscured general store that is run by a looney who will forget the price, so watch out that you don’t have to pay twice.

So let’s move on to the neighbors of the store.

A bar that is filled with Demons from the Brim, after one drink you’ll wake up after the visit from the Grim.

But hope you’ll enjoy all the blood and gore.

After seeing a child killing a drunken Goblin while the lone Adventurer is being pulled away from the pub in order to see a small building that seems to be the home of the police, and… a hospital building?

You heard the term the Pigs in Blues, such a shame that asses are stuck in glues.

You can bribe them with whatever they desire.

There’s no doctors here but only nurses, filled with witches who love to make some new curses.

You’re better off by being set on fire.

Escorted through a party-like building of the tailor that Malakai had mentioned earlier today, but it’s filled with people gambling, but the oddest section is going to the food market with… no traditional food prices, and strange meat with a common name on it.

We gamble for any clothing stand, so you must have a sleight of hand.

So you better be prepared to move aside.

To serve you your desired meal to eat, better make a deal in defeat.

Because no one here is on your side.

Walking by a town hall? There hasn’t been a mayor of Plague Town for a couple of centuries, maybe by the time Malakai left from his services. And that luxurious building? Is that Guild Hall or something? Normally they’re not that fancy compared to the town hall of something, but it’s something unique at least. The place across from the bigger building is the tallest building of all of Plague Town, located near the centre of town.

This here is our famous Town’s Orgy Hall, so steer clear unless you can handle a free-for-all.

The fastest way to make new friends.

This is the brothel for those who are lonely, and you can stay here to feel homely.

And this is where our tour ends.

Standing in front of the destroyed Guild Hall, nothing but an explosion is heard inside while the blacksmith smoke is still spewing out, random people just sleeping or just minding their own business as they’re coming out with weapons, then finally walks up to the front gates.

It’s time to be ready to start, or else this town will tear you apart.

Death comes for those from the poor to the crown.

Your guide Malakai Altruist, the Dark Elf you can’t resist.

So welcome to the chaotic Pla-gue… Town!

The magical instruments disappear then taking a bow for her to give him… a low applause due to the lyrics and the sights that she saw from the entire Plague Town. The rumors and stories that she had heard from her time as a maid of the Hunter’s Haberdashery were nothing from what she had just seen here. Giant Rats feel normal, and from the implications of the food market, seeing human flesh, meaning that you can sell meat for cannibals. What the hell is this town?!

“Such a wonderful time we have here in Plague Town.” Malakai is sitting on a chair that is oddly next to a pillar of the dissolved sign of the town, “Wish you had come around during the Spring seasons but the Autumn seasons are nice and breezy, so…”

He looks over her then snaps his fingers for his violin to make a scratching sound of the strings, creating a small gust of pressured wind towards the upcoming Giant Rats that are casually walking by, slashing a couple of them, crippling one of them, causing it to leave a small trail of blood.

She missed the tell of the seasons as she was still in disbelief from what she had seen, completely ignoring him killing a Giant Rat from his magical violin.

“…Giant Rats will come around for harvest. It’s bad enough that they’re taking and eating our bacon away for the Winter seasons, but come on, an Elf gotta eat meat around here.”

This woke her up a bit, turning to him as he walked up to the Giant Rat, taking the two big bodies, muttering that he’s gonna make a couple coins or at least convince the Tailor to let him have an extension for his suit.

“I thought Elves are vegetarian and such? Even the Dark Elves from Spiral City don’t eat meat.”

He laughs it off before commenting, “That’s just a stereotype. They want to keep up the image in order to look down and be disapproval of other races, but I’ve seen Elves eat more meat than Dwarves. And that alone shouldn’t be a compliment.”

Using his violin stick string to cut up the meat, seeing the rotting flesh and diseased looking blood dripping down, but her fixation is onto the eyes. She sees nothing but desperation, and… starvation. A slight grin with a small amount of drool slowly going down from the side of his lip. Noticing the trail of blood, she asks him why he didn’t make the full kill on that Giant Rat until he replies.

“It can lead me to its nest, Baby Rat Meat sells like a fortune around here! They’re not spoiled or rotten yet, so they’re quite pure fresh meat right now.”

“Are you an Adventurer? Because this seems to be an Adventurer type of job?”

Stone faced. Deadpan look towards the young nightly beauty while making a violin scratch, breaking the magical strings.

“Killing Giant Rats is a job for Adventurers?”

Surprised by his question, she replies that shocks him even more, “It’s the simplest job there is. Next to killing Goblins, it’s one of the lowest paying jobs out there.”

“You kill Goblins for fun?! I know many friends that are Goblins as well!”

“Goblins are classified as monsters to society. They abduct and rape women to forcefully breed with, they kill smaller creatures and children for fun, and they have this gang-like mentality of tactics till you scare them off. I know, because I’ve had friends that were assaulted by them before.”

“They’re the ones that actually clean the shit around here! Sure, you can’t expect an actual clean looking place, but it’s much better when I first came to this town!”

Deadpan expression. Not believing a word he simply said. Like? Goblins are actually acting like members of society? What a load of crap, because they always kill and will steal from you if given the chance.

“And our mayor has been a Goblin for over 100 years now!”

Everything is now on pause because knowing now that the mayor is a Goblin, starting to see why the town is called Plague Town, but 100 years? That can’t be right, because there hasn’t been a damn mayor for over 200 years. Refusing to believe that there’s an actual town, willingly to accept a Goblin as a mayor.

So out of curiosity, she asks, “I want to meet this mayor, because I refuse to believe there is an actual Goblin Mayor right now.”

“Gladly!” He accepted.

Carrying two dead Giant Rats by using his Magical Instruments to do so, making some walking music as they walk back into the town, bopping and dancing while playing a lute. Before meeting the mayor in the middle of the town, they’re gonna make a couple stops beforehand.

“You seem very poppy. Are you some kind of a bard?”

Playing a soft but energetic tone, “Growing up from the Blackwoods hotel to the Whitewoods hell, music is my only solution while magic flows in full resolution. One day I picked up a tune at high noon, and I found a miracle by being musical. My jewellery is the source of my power, but my mind is the foundational tower. So as long I can play and sing, nothing can stop me from doing my thing!”

The young faux Adventurer was caught off guard by a literal explosive end to his number, the amount of explosions followed are being heard at the old Guild Hall, black smoke is spewing out from the recent amount of destruction from within.

“It seems Mike is brewing up another batch of innovative weapons again. Seems small because of the explosion, so maybe a small box I guess?”

Is this normal for them? Nothing but explosions are heard from the Guild Hall, but the blades from the knives she’s seeing are quite top quality.

Maybe I should stop here to get my boomerang blades sharpened. Just hoping that this Mike person isn’t gonna blow them up.

“Such a troublesome person Mike really is. Willing to make weapons for Demons, Goblins, and any other loathsome being here. Then again, he does hook up a Dark Elf with a specially made lute for a cheap price.”

She’s curious as this town doesn’t seem to do the simple coin exchange for services here, “And what’s that price?”

“A lyrical masterpiece of his instruments of destruction by month’s end, or else, it’ll be a destruction of all my instruments then turned to a disasterpiece.”

His choice of words is unique, the most unique of all Dark Elves. Normally in the big city as Spiral, Dark Elves are always a bunch of troublemakers to the White Elves. They’re either cultists by trying to build their own Empire or working as servants to the White Elves, or low paying jobs, but living in the slums is normal for them, from prior experiences. Finding Dark Elves very attractive, even fashionable envy of them.

Walking by a food market where everyone is exchanging meat with the other, and even making deranged payments that range from recipe papers, bones, teeth, other kinds of meat, and even people that range from babies to the elderly. The amount of deranged payment that is happening here, they’re breaking every economic morality here. There is everything wrong here, and yet, this is practically normal to everyone here.

“Oh, fuck me!” Malakai stops, dropping his dead rats in front of him before picking them up, leaving blood stains on his suit.

Slightly ignores everything in front of her until Malakai stops, hitting his back, collapsing down on her ass.

“What is wrong, Malakai? Something happening?”

Look around to see an Animan woman, a pink wild haired and eared Rabbit Girl with a white cotton tail, oddly has big hands and feet. Midriff shirt with a sleeveless jacket, jean shorts with the exposed cottontail, arm and leg warmers, exposed hands and feet.

“A Rabbit Animan? All the way out here? Why on Anarquia is she even doing all the way out here?”

Malakai is holding Luna in front of him, shaking in fear, “Just protect me, female Drake, and use you terrifying Dragon powers to scare her away.”

“Okay, first off, I was gonna clear it up later on but I guess now is the perfect time. I’m not a female Drake, I’m just a regular Human. Nothing more, nothing less!”

“You’re still an Adventurer! You can just defend me!”

Annoyed by him, growling and bumping heads with him, ignoring the Rabbit Animan in front of them who’s trying to bargain a deal for meat.

“It’s a Rabbit Animan! There’s literally nothing with them! Besides looking sexy and their high sex drives, there’s nothing wrong with…”

He twists her head to see the most grotesque viewing in her entire life. Her entire jaw had completely dislocated itself in order to eat a baby in front of everyone, showing off her sharp teeth. Rabbit Animans don’t have actual sharp teeth that are in the style of carnivores. Out of the blue, she instantly throws her boomerang to slash the hands and jaw to distract her, then slides underneath the baby to save it.

“OW!!! THAT HURTS LIKE HELL!!!”

Placing the baby on the table, keeping it away from the Rabbit Animan.

“What the actual hell are you doing?! And secondly, why the actual fuck are you eating babies out in the open?!” Aggressively poking at the Rabbit Animan but notice green blond veins popping out to stitch the jawlines and hands back together. She breathes onto her face, the putrid smell of rotting flesh that is stuck between her sharp teeth, holding her nose. “And what have you been eating?! That God awful food from the farmhouse or something?!”

Being lectured down by Luna, eyes tearing up, mouth wobbly, and nose sniffing, she went down to her knees to start crying.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to eat that baby! I haven’t had any real meal for a month or so, so I’m really hungry that I could have eaten a whole baby! I’m just so sorry!”

Call her boomerang back to her hand then put it away to lean down, feeling sorry for yelling and cutting her, but it was for a good cause of saving a baby’s life. Kneeling down to meet her on eye level, but Malakai warns her to stay away but the moment that she offers her hand, this fiend of an Animan snaps up then her claws sharpen up to go for the throat slash.

“What the hell?!”

She retaliates by slashing the hand by using her boomerang knife then quickly blocks the upcoming bite attempt, using the other boomerang to block it. This amount of drool, this desperation of wanting to kill. This is no mere Animan. There were rumors of such a race, and until today, they were just rumors of the Chimeras. A dangerous mixture of a carnivore and herbivore Animan breeding which results in a dangerous child, an unpredictable offspring. But what is she though? The rabbit is obvious, but which carnivore Animan does she have?

Standing up and walking back to try to trip her down, but her teeth are tightly gripping down onto the blade itself. She throws the other boomerang that she used to slash the attacking hand before, grabbing the remaining arm’s wrist to activate the glove to pull the boomerang to stab the hand to pin her down onto the wood beneath them.

This Rabbit Animan is trying to pull out the knife but it’s too deep, trapping her down.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!”

Malakai walks up to her, patting her back. “Don’t try to reason with this psycho.”

“Malakai…” She acted innocent, even teasing to remove her cleavage top, “If you help me to take her down, we both can take turns ramming her, then I could eat her all up and you can sell the bones and whatever I don’t eat. Would you like that?”

He’s not buying it while giving her a deadpan look, “Fuck off, Alice. I’m not falling for that trick again.”

This ticked Alice off then started rabidly flailing around and trying to get the knife off but instead, she slashed her hand in order to escape. “Then I’m gonna cripple you, then maul you alive! I’ll eat your flesh, sell whatever I don’t want to anybody here! But first, maybe have some fun with you!”

The couple reach out to them, trying to stop the mindless violence between the two while Luna recalls her boomerang but someone else grabs it, a disembodied hand, it the boomerang, bleeding on the blades. Walking from behind, a floating decapitated hand holding up a head, a dead head of a young girl with grey spider-like hair and white eyes that seem dead, a head and body that is all stitched up and goes between them. A witch’s hat is on top of the hand, obscuring most of the face itself. Her entire body, barely caught up, seems to be a mix-match of body parts, creepily that they look feminine as well.

Talking sweetly, in harmony regarding the questionable situation that both the faux Adventurer and the Chimera are in, “My apologies for interrupting your little scuffle, but perhaps I’ll clear everything out.”

Alice grumbles from seeing this dismembered witch, “What do you want, Dr. Steiner?”

“Doctor Steiner?” Observing the body of a stitched

Malakai introduces, “Doctor Victoria Steiner, the deceased doctor from a time long ago.”

“Thank you, Malakai.” Dr. Steiner is standing in between them, “You see here, Ms. Black, they’re just selling their deceased child to her due to our town’s certain circumstances.”

Disgusted by their decision on selling the child, a dead child. Had to angrily reply to them, “What circumstances? Why do they have to sell their dead child?! Bury it properly instead of making a quick coin from it! Do the common decency here!”

She’s not ashamed but still replies, “Well you see here, Ms. Black, is that if they did try to bury their child here, but Alice here will only dig up the body and eat the remains. Fresh or rotten, we don’t have a traditional graveyard. Allison Watership is the Walking Graveyard of Plague Town. We had tried to convince her and even paid her to go away, but she didn’t and basically cleared out our graveyard, and as a parent to a monster one upon a time ago, I honestly don’t know what would be best for our dead here, bury them but only to be buried up and be defiled, or sell the remains in order to prevent others for her not going all out on us, because nobody here can’t keep her tame.”

Continue to shake her head and still disapprove of everything that everyone is okay with selling their dead to this Chimera psycho, “Then hire someone to kill her, and then start digging your graveyard for the respect of the dead!”

Allison snickering then burst out into laughter, the unfeminine laughter of a madwoman. A mentally deranged Rabbit that seems to be mixed with a Hyena. Pulls out multiple Adventurer’s tags from her pocket.

“You see here? These were the other travellers that had all tried, but only ended up in my never ending stomach that still hasn't filled my stomach. Defiling them was the first half of the fun, but letting them have hope then maul them alive is the greatest thrill for me! Here’s a deal I have with the villagers, as long as I keep defending this town from other troublemakers, then I’ll get to have their dead as payment!”

She continues to laugh, seeing nothing but the madness spirals in her eyes that are filled with lust and hunger. Whether it’s the lust of the flesh or the hunger of the thrill, she is the most dangerous person alive. No one from the Guild Hall or the Hunter’s Haberdasheries would ever allow this woman to live. She would fetch a high gold coin to capture alive, a mountain of silvers to bring her dead. But whatever happens here, they’re both ready for another round.

Luna spins her boomerangs, getting into position for a fight while Allison is prepared, drooling at the thought of fighting a pretty girl to death.

“Then I’ll put this mangy dog down!”

“Bring it on, Dragon Survivor!”

About to throw her boomerang knife before Dr. Steiner goes between them, “Sorry to interrupt your fun here, Alice, but it’s time for your check up, and to pay your monthly bill.”

Groans at the floating head, then tapping her foot out of annoyance, like a rabbit warning others to stay away, “Is it that time already?! You checked me out last month, and you were asking me to pay the bill last month as well!”

Giggling then gives a condescending smile at Allison, “That’s how bills work, and if you want your Healing Potions, then you gotta come here to see how much damage you had been through all week. So I recommend grabbing your purchase then you come back to the Cauldron for your check up.”

The Cauldron? Must be that hospital that Malakai is mentioning.

He’s selling giant rats for a couple of lyrical papers from song writers and other bard lyrics, while Allison is grumbling and mumbling about the amount of annoyance her doctor is ragging on her.

“Fine!” She casually walked by, grabbed the dead baby before walking up to the faux Adventurer, “Consider yourself lucky, sweet ass, or else I would have knocked your ass out then plowed that ass open till I’m satisfied before eating you out.”

Disgusted by her obvious desire on what she wanted to do, just admitting straight up assault.

“I’m also a Hyena, so I’m an Intersex person, so you better watch out because one day I might pounce on your ass or pounce on your head. I recommend the former, sweetie.” About to give her a kiss on the cheek before blocking it, slightly cutting the lip by using her boomerang knife. Licking the blood from her lips, then grins seductively and giggling, “I’m gonna have more fun with you around here. You, and Malakai.”

Instantly turned his head after reading a couple of lyrics from his purchase, “ME?! WHY ARE YOU INVOLVING ME TO YOUR BUSINESS?!”

She happily shrugged it off, “Why not? Having a daring woman and a Dark Elf in a hot and bloody threesome, on my to-do list!”

“FUCK YOU, ALICE!”

“You’re welcome to try, Malakai.” She happily grins and laughs while walking away, giving both a cold shiver throughout the spine, and horrible imagery is coming to them, seeing a near naked Chimera person, having their way with them.

Luna turns to Malakai, monotone voice, “Let’s just go see the damn mayor. I’m already scared shitless over here.”

Two unnecessary comments “What would you like for that shit?!”, “I’ll make a good trade for the pants?!”

I hate this town, and everyone in it!

They’re walking away from the food market in order to finally meet this Goblin Mayor.

A Goblin in a brothel is the most appropriate but the most dangerous place to be in, knowing that they’ll go at it like actual rabbits. Looking up the brothel’s name, it is called ‘Goblin’s Cave Brothel’. Seeing all sorts of women and men, standing around to look seductive, or smoking to enjoy their break and such, everything about this is completely wrong. Not the brothel, but just that the Goblin is here… wait a minute! Why are they going to a brothel house to begin with?!

Entering the building, despite what it looks like outside, the inside is actually surprisingly well. Brothels do have nicer interiors than most places in the world. Seeing so many patrons are either enjoying some food together before being led to the rooms upstairs. Things so roomy and homey, even feel like the prostitutes are actually more diverse than most cities' red light districts. Classy and sophisticated, though I don't know why there’s a jar of pickled eggs at the cabinet behind the front desk.

But it was until she saw the Goblin Mayor sitting at the front desk of the Goblin’s Cave Brothel. The traditional green skinned and yellow eyes but it’s very unnerving to see it wearing a suit, minus a jacket. Balding with hair around the back of the head with a rat tail braid, and he’s slightly rotund for a Goblin but why is he wearing glasses? Goblins do have excellent nocturnal vision but why with the glasses though? There’s even a name on the front desk that is roughly put together of ‘BRA’ and ‘KINS’ then the title is crudely plastered on; Brakins, the Goblin Mayor.

He notices us, “Welcome, Malakai! Great to see you again, my old friend.”

Surprisingly speaking clearly, as if I’m about to be lectured by a Magic Professor. The suit still caught me by surprise, and he’s quite tall for a Goblin, or at least the size of a Dwarf which alone is scary as hell.

Gleefully smiles at the Goblin Mayor, “Shit, man. It’s only been a year or so since my last visit, Mayor Brakins.”

They walk around the desk to give each other a hug, Malakai is lifting the mayor by using his magical instrument drums before placing him on his desk.

“So what brings you here? To let you know, we don’t have any White Elves for you in stock today. We never do though.”

“Nah, Brakins. I’m here to show our new Adventurer here that we do have an actual mayor around these parts.”

He looks closely to me. Giving me a disgusting feeling that a Goblin, an actual Goblin, is looking at my body. I might be pure and body is ready for marriage, but being gawk at by a Goblin is defiling everything about my body. I don’t even think that I could live a day without taking a shower or whatnot. Even the Giant Rats from the cave up the hill is more pleasing than this sharply dressed Goblin.

“This must be Luna Black, the Lost Maiden of the Cave. Pleasure to meet you. I am the Mayor of Plague Town, Brakins, the once Goblin Mage of the Wilds.”

Offering his hand towards me. Disgusted and offended that a creature of the Goblin is meeting me up in eye level, fearing that he might lure me into something savory and mentally scarring.

He notices her facial expression then chuckles then pulls his hand away, “That’s understandable, Lady Black. I know we Goblins have a… questionable… controversial… evil past, I mind as well be forward to you. Yes, I am a Goblin and yes, I have done those kinds of actions myself. I’m only alive because this town and Malakai over there, had to convince everyone that I’m not a sick Goblin like my other kin out there.

Turn to him, giving him a disapproving gaze, “You made him Mayor?”

He answers while shrugging, “It only took 50 years to get there. Besides, he never had an incident since I met him. He and his kin out here are working here as builders and as guards.”

Brakins sits back down onto his chair, signing off papers, “Perhaps I shall relieve her understandable stress and mentality. Our services are the only reason why we’re alive, and if we ever cross the line, everyone here has the right to kill my kin as they please. And you must have heard the rumors that Plague Town is holding the town as hostages, right?”

I heard rumors of such before but it was never specified on who was holding them hostages but only to survive whatever threat has come to this town.

“The Goblins outside keeping watch kind of give it that feel. Or that we’re home of the Dark Elf who woos those to join, or the mad Angel at the old guild hall resides and makes demonic weaponry and such. And yes, it is an Angel, wings and all.”

I’m sorry, what? A Fallen Angel? Like an actual Angel? Demons are common, but Angels? Those are very rare, but if it’s a Fallen, then that means they’re the most dangerous beings in this whole town.

“Um, sorry Goblin, but why is there an Angel at the old Guild Hall? Is that the reason why it’s nearly destroyed and not fully operational?”

“Correct! Just don’t talk about the Heavens and such.”

Slightly nod, understanding why that Angels are quite sensitive about the subject, normally quick to judge others and their faiths. Even judging those who work underneath the Faith itself, criticizing their lack of methods or their lack of effort.

“Noted, Goblin.”

Standing to the stairs, ready to lead the Adventurer and the Dark Elf up to the rooms, “So what brings you here, Adventurer? I’m sure that the Greene’s Farmhouse Restaurant would've been a nice place to stay for the time being if you're uncomfortable with seeing me.”

The mere mentions of the Greenes turn her face to a sour, feral-like, “The moment I’m gonna see that brat, I’m gonna make her ass feel like leather.”

Brakins laughs boastfully, “Oh yeah, it’s their signature practical joke to all travellers. But they do make spoiled eggs and moldy toast taste wonderful. My kin really loves eating there.”

Her stomach turns, holding it as it remembers how God awful it actually tasted. The walls felt defiled like a Goblin defiling a woman for the first time, it’s unbearable. And if the Goblins in general have bad breaths to begin with, then their breaths after eating there would cause another Plague. No pun intended.

“So what is your business here, Adventurer? Do you desire a pleasurable night with a man, woman, or in between partners to have? Or just looking for room for the night?”

Turning red at the thought of wanting to spend a night with someone here, even though there are some decent looking beings here, a handsome demon with bulge that is showing, a seductive Dwarf woman with a nice plump backside, or even naked harpy with her feathers blocking the views of the all the curves and assets.

Shaking the head to answer, “Actually no. The chest I found only covers one night of my stay, so I was hoping to look for work before heading to the Whitewood Forest.”

“Ah! That’s understandable then. So I assumed that you’re not interested in working as a prostitute then?”

He escorts them up to the stairs, following Brakins to the rooms.

“You’re absolutely right. So what kind of work can I get here? That isn’t about sex and all? And is this place alright for me to stay? I’m not interested in having fun as of right now. I just want to head back home to Spiral City.”

“Spiral City, my dear?”

“I know. I just…” Gripping onto her clothing, knowing that there isn’t anything left from the attack of the White Dragon, burned the city down in ashes from its blue flames. She has to find out that she isn’t the only survivor from it, and if she had survived from it, she could be hopeful that people are also blessed by the Rainbow Moon. “I just want to know if I still have a home to go home to.”

Seeing her determined expression, he can tell that there is a reek of fear behind it. Whether it's the fear of knowing the truth of the entire Spiral City desolation or the journey that leads back home, one doesn’t know but only the journey will determine that after her first steps outside of Plague Town.

“You can sell bones to the Angel at his workshop. You can start there, and as for your room, I know a resident that you can sleep peacefully with.”

A sigh of relief, “That’s good to hear, Goblin. So who is it?”

They walk up to a room from the far side of the brothel with a name tag of 'Osmodeus Tobit' where Brakins knocks on the door to signal a visit and for accommodation assistance.

Malakai offers Brakins fresh grass for a smoke, but he respectfully declines the offer as the door opens. The reveal of the person caused a surprise to the young faux Adventurer.

“What is it, Mr. Brakins?” Smooth, low, and erotically seductive without even trying. “Let you know, I was showering before you came knocking on my door.”

Completely naked and well toned man to see one, two, three legs… wait what?! Three legs? Why does this person have three legs… wait a moment… is this even a person?! The skin is morphing from hellish red to fairly tanned skin then to fair pink to match the young nightly beauty of Luna, black slick back horns being surrounded by matching hairstyle of blue now turned blonde hair, eyes went from pitch black to piercing green eyes. Couldn’t stop staring at the package then it slowly went from being a literal third leg, turning completely red and steaming out, sweating heavily from seeing so much from one day. This isn’t a Human, Elf, Dwarf, or any kind of being she had seen before. Or at least not one alive, and she knows what exactly this being is.

“Are you trying to kill me here?! This is a Goddamn Incubus! Why in Anarquia would I want to stay in a room with an Incubus?! Just… just why?!”

Her shouting all went to deaf ears as everyone there wasn't too bothered by her, even not taking her too seriously.

“This is the only person I can trust to keep your virginity intact.”

I repeat; I hate this town, and everyone in it, and I’m gonna burn this town down to the ground!