NaNoWriMo Excerpt 11/17/18
We left the basement of the inn with the items we needed, but I still felt a certain sense of melancholy that I couldn’t explain. It seemed like everything was going well, but something was still not sitting right.
Stepping out on the street, I looked to Kaitlyn and saw her face was dark and brooding as her mind raced.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked.
“It seemed too easy to get the things from him, and to make the deal,” she replied, “I feel like something is wrong.”
“I feel like something is off, but I can’t put my finger on it,” I agreed.
She shrugged, “Maybe it’s just nerves. It’s hard to say.”
“How did you think it was going to go?”
“I thought he would refuse to see us, and then if we pressed, we would be beaten, or worse,” she said as we began to walk back to the house, “I thought it was a real possibility that he was just going to take your money and leave us on the street with nothing. I don’t understand why he was so willing to help us.”
My stomach turned, and I felt very sick suddenly, “I think-“
I didn’t even finish the sentence before I turned to the gutter and emptied the contents of my stomach. Kaitlyn stood by me until I was done, rubbing my back gently and whispering that it would be alright.
“I don’t like this,” I said, wiping my mouth with my sleeve. “I don’t like doing bad things. It just feels wrong.”
“It’s only bad if people are getting hurt by it,” Kaitlyn said. “Pull yourself together and remember that we aren’t going to be hurting people. We are just going to be taking a little of the extra from the people up there, and giving it to the people down here.”
I nodded, not knowing exactly what to say. I still felt light-headed, but the wave of nausea passed quick enough, and we resumed our walk.
We talked about the things that we would change in the lower tier given all the gold in the King’s vault. It began innocent enough, like cleaner streets and better policing of the law, but it quickly escalated into proper education, plumbing, and banquets. In hindsight, we may have gotten a little ahead of ourselves.
We entered into the house just as the sun was setting beyond the wall, casting long shadows on the streets as the lamplighters went from post to post, refueling and lighting the lanterns. Tonight was the night we would see if we could actually pull off getting the coin from Codger, and my stomach twisted and flipped like I had a live fish tucked away inside me.
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