I – A Transaction

It started innocently enough. But rum was pointless. Then she ended up in the plaguelands trading rare spider venom to a guy for a few chunks of processed poppy sap.

“It’s all dreams wrapped in pretty ribbon.” The guy was human. He wasn’t afraid of her, which made Verthilde scared. Humans who ran from her were annoying enough, and those who tried to kill her worse. This was something new.