“Mm… It’s named for that mountain over there.” The guard pointed at a particularly dangerous looking lone peak. “It’s a dangerous place, filled with death. Just like humans!”
He spat to the side while the rest of us looked at each other. I was suddenly much happier that we had all taken cover.
“Hey, you’ll have to remove your hoods.” He leaned close. “We got to make sure no humans sneak into the city.”
The guard laughed. “I’m just kidding you. The only humans in the city are slaves. Why, we haven’t had a human revolt in… hmmm… five hundred years?”
“Will you stop talking their ear off?” The other guard glared at him.
“Ah… sorry, but I was serious about the hoods though. It’s protocol.”
“Yeah, no problem.” The group of us took off our hoods.
The illusions seemed to hold up fine. A glance past me, Bernice, and Garnet. However, when their eyes fell on Carmine, they started for a second.
“Is there a problem?” I asked worriedly.
“Ah… no!” The man shook his head. “I apologize! I didn’t mean to hold you all up!”
He had been acting casually before, but upon seeing Carmine, he had suddenly turned rigid and proper. I didn’t like it, but I also didn’t understand what the problem was. Her ears looked just as convincing as the rest of us with my illusions. Was it her hair color? I had seen a woman in a carriage drive with yellow hair, so I assumed it was standard.
“My lady!” He bowed as Carmine passed by.
We headed in, but I still had a bad feeling as we passed the gate.
I leaned next to Carmine. “Yellow hair may signify something.”
Carmine nodded. “I agree. I don’t know what this means either.”
“Let’s just find an inn, okay?”
I was noticing it wasn’t just the guards, but everyone who saw her yellow hair started for a second. They then seemed to steer clear of our group. I’d have put our hoods back up, but it seemed like hoods up wasn’t allowed in this city. We had no choice but to continue. As we walked, we passed by what appeared to be a Slave Block. It wasn’t nearly as nice as the Slave Guild, and that was saying something. It was just a stage, and one person after another was dragged on stage.
Where most Slaves in the Capital were in okay shape, and at least looked clean and taken care of, the Slaves here all had a filthy look to them. I could even smell it as we walked by. Worst of all, every single one of them had brown or black hair and no pointed ears. They were human. Just what kind of world did I take us to?
I regretted entering the city immediately. Once we found a hidden place, I intended to Portal out of the city. It was just too dangerous to stay there. Thankfully, there was an inn right in front of us, and it had an alley right next door. Once I got a little information about where we were, we’d be out of there. I didn’t like to take risks.