"I am sorely tired of this place." The voice was ragged, edged with disgust and hate. "It was bad enough before, but in the last few weeks....the other day I saw a bunch of grubby little fae creatures—boggarts or some such, who can tell them apart"—pestering a human family."
"What did you do?" It was a woman who posed the question, expectation hanging in the air.
The man chuckled wickedly. "I speared them with iron spikes and hung them up on the wall as a warning to the rest." That got a round of laughs from the others assembled. "I just wish we could just get rid of the lot of 'em....and I'd start with that place up in Old Market!"
Again the woman spoke. "Little Elfhame is a pustule that, yes, should be lanced....but their so-called Empress is too well-connected in this city. That much was proven a few months back, when her allies took down that idiotic Temple."
One of the others raised his voice next. "This city is a trash heap populated by maggots and rats! Why should...?"
"Because rats bite when provoked, and when they swarm, a hundred such little bites can be fatal." She rose to her feet and stepped into the room's center. "As much as I would love to see it burn, that time is not yet come. Still, that doesn't mean we can't have a bit of fun with the recent happenings." Curious faces met her gaze. "You've heard the stories of the Wild Hunt, as they call it' Well, perhaps it's time for the hunters to become the hunted."
"What did you do?" It was a woman who posed the question, expectation hanging in the air.
The man chuckled wickedly. "I speared them with iron spikes and hung them up on the wall as a warning to the rest." That got a round of laughs from the others assembled. "I just wish we could just get rid of the lot of 'em....and I'd start with that place up in Old Market!"
Again the woman spoke. "Little Elfhame is a pustule that, yes, should be lanced....but their so-called Empress is too well-connected in this city. That much was proven a few months back, when her allies took down that idiotic Temple."
One of the others raised his voice next. "This city is a trash heap populated by maggots and rats! Why should...?"
"Because rats bite when provoked, and when they swarm, a hundred such little bites can be fatal." She rose to her feet and stepped into the room's center. "As much as I would love to see it burn, that time is not yet come. Still, that doesn't mean we can't have a bit of fun with the recent happenings." Curious faces met her gaze. "You've heard the stories of the Wild Hunt, as they call it' Well, perhaps it's time for the hunters to become the hunted."