With every pile of disturbed trash came a renewed stench that caused us all to choke. I managed to swallow my vomit, though. 'How has nobody found you before now?'
The woman laughed harshly. 'You say that as if these Elves even tried. No, they use us for labour, or whatever else they might need, but with a constant influx of new arrivals to Nightingbloom, it's much easier to leave us strays in here.'
'Stick with us, and we'll get you out.'
'Why?' The woman asked. 'Without a Salvage business to represent, I'll only end up back here or in prison.'
'Prison, you can't be serious?'
'You're not like the other Elves; you're naive, and this leaves me to conclude, you weren't born here.'
Sameth grunted. 'I count that as a blessing.'
We all turned at the sound of bickering. 'I can't believe I've found one, Denny! We'll be out of this dung heap in no time.'
