Chapter 14: Live, Slaughter, Love

The interior of the fairy's drug den was, like every candy shop Durri had ever seen, dark and humid and scented with blood and bubble gum.

There seemed to be a half dozen staircases connected to the entryway, each formed of marshmallows and graham crackers and seating one or two strung-out people. Humans, dwarves, and elves rubbed shoulders in this den of vice and wasted lives, every face powdered with what Durri's alchemist nose identified as a mixture of sugar, spice, and plenty of not-very-nice substances.

Hudson shivered, rubbing his meaty, oiled arms in discomfort. "I don't like this," he said.

Durri nodded. "Well, thanks for coming along. We'll do what we need, then get out."

Shudon turned to a dwarf who had several centipedes poking their heads out of his beard, each of whom seemed to be as intoxicated as their host. "Hey, where can we find Timkin Boil?"

The dwarf stared back at her, unblinking.