Walking across the bustling city, Chad noticed other races walking around. Dwarfs, demons, intelligent goblins, gnolls, and even a mind flayer. All of this caused him to get alerted, covering his fists in divine energy, ready to strike.
"I only see thieves, slavers, and hired killers around here. I doubt you're better than Lolth." Chad said, unable to trust the person running this place.
Eilistraee stared back at him, "Each race has its trade. This city, kingdom, is a safe oasis for all sorts of criminals as long as they don't break the minimal rules of morality agreed upon by the other races."
Farryn approached Chad, "Assassins here only work through verified contracts, the thieves specialize in retrieving stolen items, and the slavers only deal with dangerous individuals that countries find difficult to sell."
"That still isn't right," Chad replied.
"Don't waste your time with him. Some people can't understand." Eilistraee replied.
