Automata - Mona's Provisions
Finally filling the skins, Mona steps back off the stool and retrieves a small, paper-wrapped bag from a shelf, handing the satchel of burstberries over to Asp with a smile. She looks over the crown and says, "Well, let's go see Filatiere then!" She takes the point as she heads down the stairs, the spiral flight ending in a small room that opens onto a four-way crossing of tunnels. Once all are out, she locks the door behind them, and starts off down the dirt-floored passage. More lanterns hang by rope from the walls, casting flickering lights on them as they maneuver their way under the city. More than a few places of business, of varying degrees of propriety, can be seen and heard, as well as what look to be other entrances to the above. And of course, they're hardly alone down here; though it's not as crowded as above-ground, there seems to be a pretty healthy population down here. Few of the lawful races show themselves, and those that do hardly appear as exemplary members of their species - a zenythri with a cheery grin, paint-splattered tunic contrasting with his purple skin, pushes past them with a satchel of groceries, a
quadrone covered in dull, welded curves of metal chirps as it buzzes past their heads.
Mona keeps up a cheerful patter as she walks the tunnels, giving each of them the occasional glance to make sure they haven't gotten lost. "We're to thank for the city staying in the Outlands, you see. We keep the fun in the city. Of course, even some of the underground can't help but be stodgy, it's the nature of the place. They hoped the priests would just spread some beliefs, maybe hold some sermons." She laughs. "We're not exactly secret - that'd be a good trick here - but we mostly keep to ourselves and the guard doesn't come down here.
"Oh, here's Filatiere's office," she says as they arrive at a heavy oak door crookedly set in its frame. With a knock, the door swings inwards. A figure in a heavy leather cloak turns, about the size of an elf or a small human, but his (her?) body completely covered. A monotone voice echoes from the cloak, natural but completely neutral.
"Mona, are these the people here for the priest matter?"
"Yep, these're them. I told them you'd be able to explain things better than I could, but I gave them the basics."
"Good. Come in, then," he says as he motions to the planewalkers.
Mona looks over to them herself, stepping out of their way. "I'll be taking care of my own business, but I'll be back in less than an hour, all right? Try not to get lost before I come back; I hear some of these tunnels are haunted." With a wink and a giggle, she steps out of the room, the door closing behind them once all are inside.