Chapter 204: The Deathless

An invitation for an audience with someone called the Deathless. Sounded way too pompous for my liking, but it gave me a way to meet someone with connections and influence in this place, where violence was so common, that any ripple it might cause smoothed out as soon as that on a surface of water.

In simpler words: people here were fighting so much that even if I beat them, they would forget it the next day. I was sure that the air bandits I caught by now forgot all about me, too, and returned to their business or robbing travellers.

The den of the Deathless was a well-hidden in the slum jungle burrow, the way to which was opened to me only after I told the seemingly inconsequential scavenger near the place my title. With my ability to see through obstacles, I already found the entrance, but I also found the guards that hid inside.