On Mayors and Dates

Undertown had its own music outside of any real city I've been in.  Extreme poverty tends to change the nature of how people act.  I'd seen more helping each other out and sharing here than I have anywhere else.  It was a tight knit community, outside of the Mayors dictatorship they had their own justice.  I saw one thief steal someones mushrooms and other community members swarmed on the thief and returned the mushrooms, and then the wronged party shared with the thief! It was amazing every community should be poor! (ok not really, but come on!)

Dak proved an amicable companion.  He had apparently been tossed from being a blacksmith up above because of his love for a shorty (got to love rigid social classes), he had kept her secret up until her death and then felt he could be open about it with people he knew, he was wrong, when they saw his daughter authorities were called, allegations were alleged reputations ruined. He seemed happy enough once I got rid of the stench. Most of his work was fixing up peoples pots, and cooking utensils. The rare person with a weapon who needed mending from whatever they had done to it would also come.  They paid mostly in food or small metal trinkets that could be melted down. Dak would take the metal and make more pots, eating utensils, and the occaisional weapon for someone who hunted or kept the town safe (there was no official authority, but some of the more well known wielders of weapons were looked to for their expertise).

Ronerawth had no official presence in the city despite the structurally important parts the city surrounded. They would occaisionally come in force and make sure there weren't "traitors" hiding amongst the downtrodden.  I saw them apprehend a man and execute him in one of these sweeps.  I was told this was not an uncommon occurence.

I was only in Undertown a week when the Mayor came calling for me personally.  And by came calling I mean I was awoken in the middle of the night drug to his house and plopped in front of him while he was eating some form of fowl his shorty wife looking on from behind his measurable girth.

"So I think we need to talk." And that's where I'll leave you.  I told you I'd tell you about the date, not exactly go over the details.  My journal, my rules! At some point I'll probably have to deal with my personalization of this journal...