Uncertain Fortunes
The innermost part of the city was a fascinating smorgasbord of sights and sounds. The people he called neighbors were odd and foreign looking. The old man next door had horns sprouting from his head, and when he was excited by the sexy nymphs in 3B they turned a hot fiery red. The nymphs in 3B didn't look like the women he had seen in the outskirts of Edenton, and sometimes when one of them would take notice, he felt his cheeks redden much the same way as the old man's horns. When Ore had asked about the difference between the middle of the city, and the place he had been raised, the kindly landlady simply said the place lacked magic.
Ore didn't bother to dispute her. He knew there was magic in the outer reaches of the city, because how else could he have pulled bones from the ground and commanded them to grow enough sinew to hold themselves together? How else could he have commanded them to kill? Ore didn't tell anyone about where he was from, or why he'd left, and he was happy to discover that no one else wanted to talk about the past either. This new part of the city was alive, and thrumming with the now.
The city held many delights, but for each delight, there was an equal opportunity for danger. Ore saw injustice more often than kindness. He saw rage more frequently than love. While the guards at home had been pompous and self-assured, the guards here traveled in packs, and delivered crippling blows to any naysayers. Of course, it wasn't really an issue for Ore until one of the guards from home was transferred over, and suddenly everyone knew him for what he was- or at least they knew enough to be afraid.
Ore didn't bother to dispute her. He knew there was magic in the outer reaches of the city, because how else could he have pulled bones from the ground and commanded them to grow enough sinew to hold themselves together? How else could he have commanded them to kill? Ore didn't tell anyone about where he was from, or why he'd left, and he was happy to discover that no one else wanted to talk about the past either. This new part of the city was alive, and thrumming with the now.
The city held many delights, but for each delight, there was an equal opportunity for danger. Ore saw injustice more often than kindness. He saw rage more frequently than love. While the guards at home had been pompous and self-assured, the guards here traveled in packs, and delivered crippling blows to any naysayers. Of course, it wasn't really an issue for Ore until one of the guards from home was transferred over, and suddenly everyone knew him for what he was- or at least they knew enough to be afraid.