Quickly slipping into a crowd of elves you manag to lose the city guards that seemed to find you with suspicious speed as soon as you enter the city. You wipe a bead of sweat from your forehead. Damp with sweat you brush your messy hair out of your face with a free hand while you look at the list that Grace gave you contacting the ingredients needed to cure Eve of her poisoning. Dragons spittle a light green herb used by healers to block out the foul smelling potions. Looking over you shoulder quickly as you browse threw the herbs from a cart vendor and purchase the first few herbs.

You fold the list covering the obtained items up and ask the vendor where you can find the rest of the items. The vendor was a Southern plains elf and spoke with a heavy accent mispronouncing a few words. “Thems be ‘spensive. I think only the Wanderers had thems.” You ask where the Wander can be found and the elf looks around then discreetly points at a tall elf woman Ortanish from what you can tell same tribe as Eve. A swift stroll over you are face to face with the Ortanish elf woman. “I know you can find me these medical herbs I need your help.” You tell her not trying to give off a vibe of desperation as to not give the Wanderer a sense that she can rob or take advantage of you. The elf woman had war tattoos on her face and didn’t look like a healer. You put your worry aside and remember how your old friend Oddef was ordained with war gifts and trophies but was considered a healer by his tribe. Elves have a healthy war like culture that is a clear contrast to the talk of peace and harmony with the Gods and planet. The elf woman is dressed in a fine fitted tan leather armour that gave her body an agreeable form. Rather tall with blond hair, oval hazel eyes and tone body with small but perky breast her skin was tan as she obviously isn’t from the North Island. Armed with a spear on her back she didn’t seem to be a healer type more of a personal guard or fighter. She is a true Wanderer a group of non-humans who been branded bandits but they ready are more then that. Every Wanderer you met was more concerned with protecting non-humans then burning down villages and pillaging. The elf woman looked you up and down and spoke with a Fallen Lands accent. “Back away Dark Knight there looking for you.” with that warning the elf woman pushed passed you and began to head away from the bazaar.

She knew you are a knight of the Dark Dragon Sixth Godling surprised but not detoured you normally would’ve backed away as not to draw any more attention to yourself but this time you had no choice you had to follow her until she is alone. The elf woman didn’t try to run but kept a good distance from your pursuit. Traveling out of the safety of the bazaar you follow her behind a small pub where she turns into an ally. The ally had the smell of old piss and dry puke the stench was nauseating but you push threw it and as soon as you turn the corner the elf woman has her spear aimed at your throat. “What part of back away did you not understand Knight?” The elf woman says with a glare that can melt steel. “I need your help. I won’t take no as an answer. My companion has been poisoned and the only one who can help her is you. She is a Orintash elf like you.” Hopefully you being from the same realm and that Eve and the Wanderer are from the same tribe might persuade the elf to help you. The elf loosened her grip but doesn’t lower her spear tip from your throat instead she recites a mantra from the Dragon Knights pledge. “Many knights came and tore the ground.” The elf said stopping short on her last words.

Swiftly you remember the rest of the saying from the pledge. “To purify the wickedness from the gift of Markuion God of Creation protecting it from the Quantiness the Queen of the realm of the dead.” The elf woman lowers her spear then ask what you need. Handing her the list the elf woman looks at you then smiles wickedly. “Had second thoughts on you lovers fate?” Your face turns cold as stone sending a message that it would be best to leave the subject alone. “How did you know I was a knight wanderer?” You ask prepared for a fight incase she tries to take you in for a reward. “Your kidding right? The word is out that a knight is on the loose and well you walk like a knight. There has been a few incidents of poisoning in the city so it won’t be easy or cheap to get the ingredients but the cure might be easier to find knight.” Your stone face softens a bit at the chance that you might be able to get a potion instead of just the raw ingredients. “There is a way you can save her then elf?” You ask as the wanderer turns toward a door a few buildings down and waves you over after she makes sure no one else is around. “Yes, do you know why they call us a wanderers knight? It’s because we just happen to find everything in our travels that includes rare poisons and there cures. Please follow me knight I’m going to show you a better shop us wanderers have set up just for the right people with the right amount of fiesta.”

Behind the door was a dingy basement nearly empty save for a few barrels and some empty shelves mounted around the walls. The wanderer then walked to a corner of the basement and wiped the dirt free and lifted open a secret door. “Now twenty silver fiesta before we descend.” The wanderer held her coin purse nearly empty open. Giving her the fiesta you watch as she descends down a rickety ladder. She tells you to follow her into the unknown depths. Once down there you found yourself in a underground marketplace with a few elves mixing among humans as naturally as if you were back in the Fallen Lands. A few shifty dwarves conveying business as if they were in the base of one of their great Mountain Cities in the Midlands. No racist remarks being thrown by either humans or elves not even the dwarves were in a sour mood. You spot the wanderer being spoken to by a rather large beastkin an Oxal. Oxals are huge beastkin with horns on there head or face this one had his face shaved to make it look more human. While it gave him a less beastkin like look it made him ugly and looking disfigured. Now looking more like a small ogre with two huge horns protruding from the crown of its head. Soon the beastkin nodded his head and snapped his fingers after the wanderer hands over a small amount of fiesta you just payed her. Just then you notice two beastkins that were closing in on you started to split away and kept there eyes on you.

The wanderer walked back to you. “Ok. That gave you a pass here in the shadow market but it will cost you a bit more to get out alive anyways….” She said and began move threw the small crowd in this hidden marketplace.