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Prince Singing Glory
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We need information – this town is too large for us to learn what we need to know by ourselves.
Bulitar was right. Luckily, I remembered a Green Sun Prince that was stationed in Chiaroscuro, a servant of She Who Lives in Her Name. I knew the shop was located in the Undermarket, and I had a name – that should be enough to find it.
Perhaps it would be wise to get a job – after all, that would certainly allow us to meet people.
I saw the value in such an arrangement, True. With my skill in bureaucracy, I could secure a job in business or politics. As a talented linguist, I could serve as a scribe or translator. Before my Exaltation, I was a sailor, so I could easily find work fishing or working on a ship. Additionally, with my gifts of socialization, I could easily pose as a dilettante. If I wish to make use of the abilities gifted to me by the Ebon Dragon, I will have to behave in ways that cheat, lie, or corrupt morals. Of course, I could simply rely on my own natural skill at any other job, which is quite considerable given my Exalted nature.
Bulitar projected caution, It is possible that she is one of the Chosen of the Gods – that would explain her knowledge of Old Realm and her wide-ranging nature.
While there are other, simpler explanations, that one does make sense; I don’t have the Sight that would allow me to detect such instantly, unfortunately. With being so well-traveled, it is possible that she is one of Luna’s Chosen, as they are known for being survivors. Alternatively, she could simply be one of the Dragon-blooded – which would make sense, as she was dressed in the fashion of the Realm. Alternatively, she could be one of the Solar Exalted, which would prove… troublesome. I know she is not one of the Green Sun Princes or one of the Akuma corrupted to the service of the Yozis. It is certainly something to keep in mind should I continue to associate with her.
She seems like a suitable mate, and she is aesthetically pleasing – she would not be a bad choice.
I agree, but perhaps it is rushing ahead to be set on the first person I meet. Still, I know where she resides, so I should be able to meet up with her again if I wish.
It might be best to remove the marks I left upon your body by altering your Loom-snarling Deception; however, it might also be wise to stand out a little.
Well, should it become an issue, I can alter them with but a second’s moment away from sight. Until then, I suppose I will keep them.
Seeing no other reason to dally, I left the inn.
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Despite the Undermarket being such a vital part of Chiaroscuran trade, it was a difficult place to find. It took me several hours and a few bribes to finally find an entrance to the subterranean bazaar. The cave was dim and smoky, the air filled with the scents of spices, people, and filth. People from all over Creation were gathered here, buying and selling everything anyone could ever want: humans sold other humans, sold themselves, sold things I’d never seen. The noise was clamorous, Riverspeak dominating but all others mixed in. It was a blur of activity worse than the bustle on the streets above. At least here the sun did not beat down on me.
Amaranth’s shop was a small, cozy building constructed near one of the main thoroughfares of the Market. The door was decorated with red paper lanterns, looking more like a brothel than a shop. The inside was a close room that smelled of sandalwood and incense, lined with pillows, tapestries, and silks. Everything was dyed shades of crimson, from poppy red to deep vermillion.
The proprietor was a shapely woman, her curves straining against the fine silks that swathed them. Everything about her was red – her eyes, her hair, her lips, her dress, even her skin had a ruddy tint. She reclined at the far side of the room, nestled deeply among the tasseled pillows. She watched me with lazy eyes as she drew from a thin pipe. Green smoke curled up from the bowl, making the entire room hazy, dark, and sensual.
She took a deep breath from the pipe, exhaling the smoke in my direction, “Edge… This is a surprise. I didn’t think–”
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“Wait, but isn’t Amaranth–”
“Don’t interrupt. I’m getting to that.”
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“– I’d be seeing you before Calibration. What is it that brings you to me?”
I took a seat to the side of the door, sinking into the soft cushions, “I was in the area and decided to stop in to get the lay of the land,” I answered in Old Realm.
“You know my help comes at a price. What do you have for me?”
I sighed, rubbing at my eyes; whatever she was smoking was noxious, “News from Gem, and Malfeas. I don’t think you’ve been there since last Calibration, right?”
Amaranth shrugged, tapping the bowl of her pipe free of ash, “There’s always something happening in the Demon Realm, and it’s always the same stupid, bickering games. I have no interest in the latest drama of the demons. What’s the news of Gem? I heard that was where you had been assigned.”
“It ended poorly, and I’d rather not talk about it.”
Her red lips formed into a pout, “But that’s surely the most interesting thing you have to tell me. Come on, Edge – we’re close enough; I promise I won’t tell anyone.”
I knew enough about Amaranth to know whatever I said would end up in another person’s ear the second I left. I shook my head and changed the subject. “The Guild’s–”
“– raising tariffs on trade to counter the Realm’s taxes. I know already, Edge.” She took another long draw on her pipe, blowing it out slowly, “If you don’t have any good news, there’s not much I can offer you.”
My head was starting to hurt. “Listen, all I want is a general run-down of what’s going on in the city. Surely you can spare at least that for a fellow agent of the Reclamation?”
She peered at me through lidded eyes, smiling deviously, “Oh, calling on my good graces? Fine. I’ll tell you a few things, but answer me this: why are you here, Edge?”
I sighed deeply, coughing as the air left my lungs. She laughed, “It’s a unique blend, isn’t it? A distillation made from Hegra in one of her more… pleasant moods. It reminds you of home, doesn’t it?”
“It’s foul is what it is,” I remarked, shaking my head. I wanted this over as quickly as possible, “I messed up in Gem, and the Dragon’s angry. I need to get on his good side, so I’m here looking for a bride.”
Amaranth stared at me, speechless for a moment, before she burst out into laughter, “Oh, oh, that is worth it. You, hunting for a mate? Oh, this will be interesting.” She trailed off, a chuckle escaping every now and then as she set down her pipe, “Yes, I’ll tell you a few things for that laugh, but don’t expect to get off so easily again. Things have been tense in the city these past few years – prices have gone up and not come down. People are restless; they don’t know what to make of all the changes on the Blessed Isle. I’ve been urging the Principle of Hierarchy to take advantage of this, but… she keeps telling me to wait just a bit longer. Like any other city, there’s no shortage of desperate, stupid people you could trick, although I’d advise against courting one of the Delzahn; their customs are obnoxious, and marriage is so bound up in honor for them. Better for you to find a foreigner – that’ll gather less attention.”
“Anything else I should know about?”
“There are a few of the Empress’s dogs prowling about – not a Wyld Hunt, but enough Dragon-Blooded to make the Tri-Kahn pissy. The government’s pretty lax when it comes to tolerance, but with the Dynasts watching so closely…” she shrugged, “Nothing to be alarmed about, but I’d keep a low profile.”
Dynasts… I should be fine, but it would be wise to keep my charm usage to a minimum, “Thanks. There’s one more thing I wanted to ask… Have you heard of someone called Graceful Blossom in Full Bloom?”
“The name isn’t familiar, why?”
”Someone I met – I was hoping you might have some information on her.”
”Oh, already have a prospective bride? she smirked, rising from her nest and crossing the room to me, “It really is a shame that you’re here on business. If you had the free time, I could show you the city…”
I could take her up on her offer, but I’m sure she had some ulterior motive. Alternatively, I could browse the wares for something specific while I was here, go elsewhere in the time I had left, or return to the inn and get some sleep.
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