[No I am and never attempt will promote criminal behavior, I have read the terms and conditions and I made sure to research the differences of the 2, I do not think its just to have criminal activity, I just wanted to say this and for further chapters in the story, and I do not glorify or promote gore, I do not condone those acts, I may include blood and that's it until further notice.]
Kaelin took the bag, his fingers brushing against the rough, weathered fabric. He eyed the cloaked figure warily, his gut telling him that there was more to this "job" than met the eye. Yet, the pangs of hunger that had brought him to this point refused to be ignored. He needed the money, no matter how shady the circumstances might be."Fine," he said, his voice shaking slightly. "Where do I take this...bag?"The figure chuckled, a sound that sent a shiver down Kaelin's spine. "Just deliver it to the Locust Burrow, lad. You can't miss it - just look for the dried up well near the old windmill on the outskirts of town.
Leave the bag there, and you'll be well rewarded."Kaelin's brow furrowed, his mind racing with the implications of the task. The Locust Burrow held a notorious reputation - a haven for thieves and cutpurses, its tunnels and chambers crisscrossing beneath the city like an underworld labyrinth. And a dried up well? What could possibly be the point of that? But the old man's words held a certain finality, as if the decision was already made for Kaelin. He clutched the bag tighter, the rough fabric digging into his palm. His stomach growled in protest, the pangs of hunger intensifying with each passing moment. With a resigned nod, he accepted the terms of the task."Alright, I'll do it," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "What's in the bag?"The old man chuckled, a sound that seemed to come from deep within his hallowed chest. "Don't bother finding out, lad. Just get it delivered. And remember - discretion is key. We wouldn't want the wrong ears listening in, now would we?"With that, he turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving Kaelin alone with the mysterious bag.
The young man hesitated for a moment, his mind whirling with doubts and misgivings. But the allure of the coin and the desperate ache of his empty belly proved too great to ignore. With a deep breath, he tucked the bag under his tunic and set off towards the outskirts of town, his bare feet padding softly against the worn cobblestones. The sun had climbed high in the sky by the time Kaelin reached the outskirts of the city. The bag, heavy and unyielding, dug into his side with each step, its contents unknown but ominous.
He quickened his pace, eager to be done with the task and back in the relative safety of the city's crowded streets. As he followed the winding path, the urban sprawl gave way to open fields and pastures, the air thick with the sweet scent of freshly cut hay and the distant call of birds. Kaelin's heart raced, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he neared the old windmill that marked the entrance to the Locust Burrow. He paused at the edge of the crumbling structure, his eyes scanning the desolate landscape for any sign of movement or life. The windmill's massive wooden blades stood still as statues, their once vibrant paint now chipped and faded, bleached by years of exposure to the elements.
With a deep breath, Kaelin stepped into the shadows, the dried up well looming before him like an ancient, forgotten eye socket. The bag felt heavier now, as if the very contents were exerting their own weight of anticipation and dread. Kaelin approached the well, the rough, weathered stone beneath his bare feet a stark contrast to the soft, worn cobblestones of the city. He peered into the abyss, the darkness seeming to swallow the light of day whole. The air around the well was heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth and decay. His hand trembled slightly as he untied the bag, the contents shifting and rustling within.
He hesitated for a moment, his mind racing with the implications of what he was about to do. But the gnawing ache of his empty belly and the promise of coin won out, steeling his resolve.With a deep breath, Kaelin leaned over the edge of the well, peering into the darkness below. His fingers brushed against the rough stone, his heart pounding in his chest as he let go of the bag. It hit the dry sound of concrete making its presence known that it landed. Disappearing into the depths of the well. Kaelin straightened, his eyes wide with a mix of relief and trepidation. He had done it.
With the task complete, Kaelin turned away from the well, his bare feet padding softly against the rough stone as he made his way back towards the city. The weight that had pressed upon his shoulders earlier had lifted, replaced by a sense of relief and, dare he hope it, anticipation. The silver coins that would soon be his were like a siren's call, promising a chance to break free from the cycle of desperation that had haunted him for so long. He quickened his pace, his stomach growling in eager anticipation of the meal to come. As he neared the city, the sounds of the market square grew louder - the shouts of merchants, the braying of horses, the laughter of children at play. Kaelin's heart swelled with a sense of belonging, the city's bustle a comforting embrace after the desolate stillness of the countryside.
His eyes scanned the crowds as he entered the market, the silver coins clinking against the leather pouch at his belt. Soon, very soon, he would feast like a king. Kaelin navigated the winding alleys, the crumbling structures that once stood tall now hulks of decay and neglect. Peeling paint, shattered windows, and overgrown doorways told the tale of a once thriving neighborhood now abandoned and forgotten. He picked his way through the debris, his bare feet dodging broken tiles and splintered wood with practiced ease.
A familiar marker caught his eye - a metal slab, half-buried in the rubble, its rusted surface bearing the marks of countless hands that had grasped it before him. With a deep breath, he pulled the slab free, revealing a hidden entrance. The darkness within beckoned, a promise of secrets and hidden chambers. Kaelin descended the narrow stairs, his heart pounding in his chest as he stepped into the musty gloom of the underground tunnels. The air was heavy with the scent of decay and aged stone, the silence broken only by the soft crunch of his footsteps on the dusty floor.
He followed the twisting passageways, his instincts guiding him deeper into the labyrinthine depths. At last, he emerged into a small, dimly lit chamber, the walls lined with crates and boxes, their contents shrouded in shadow. Kaelin's gaze swept the room, his eyes adjusting to the gloom. Amidst the stacks of crates, one box caught his attention - its surface worn smooth by time, its lid slightly ajar as if in welcome. He approached it cautiously, his heart racing with anticipation as he lifted the lid wide open. With a triumphant cry, he peered inside, his eyes widening in wonder at the glint of silver that met his gaze.
A sack, its fabric soft and supple, bulging with the weight of the coins within. He reached in, his fingers brushing against the cold metal as he lifted the precious cargo from its resting place. The sack of silver coins was heavy in his grasp, its weight a tangible reminder of the task he had undertaken and the reward that awaited him. With a grin splitting his face, Kaelin tucked the pouch of coins into his belt, the metal clinking against his skin as he stood tall in the dimly lit chamber, master of his fate once more. With the weight of the silver coins pressing against his hip, Kaelin emerged from the labyrinthine tunnels, blinking in the bright sunlight of the city above. The bustling market square beckoned, a kaleidoscope of colors, sounds, and aromas that filled his senses.
The humble abode had been his refuge for so long, a sanctuary from the harsh realities of the world beyond its walls. Now, with the promise of a secure future and a full belly, Kaelin's heart swelled with gratitude.