Different varieties of white stone ford the bulk of Iskander’s buildings. The cliffs bordering the city matched the older buildings—white, flecked with black flint. So, especially the grander structures like the spires, clock towers, and palatial edifices utilized marble. anwhile, the newer structures reminded Lukas of a childhood school trip to Ro. It wasn’t so much the architecture but the construction material. The color and texture strongly resembled Roman concrete.
As knowledge from the past sixty years warped and faded, everything preceding it seed to grow sharper. It was as if all the extra information or sothing in the Plane of Primordials had kept all earthly knowledge suppressed. Now, he could almost feel the texture of the Pantheon and Trevi Fountain under his fingers like barely a day had passed since.
Walking through the streets was an interesting experience. His brain knew the buildings were all the sa color, but the varying finishings and how they reflected ambient lights made them all appear distinct. El-One oohed and aahed, fawning over everything they passed. anwhile, Lukas inhaled everything Stefan had to say and show.
“Draper’s Alley is the best place for all your clothing needs,” he said, pointing at a long, narrow street, full of stalls hawking clothing and fabric. Stretched out lengths of cloth hung over them, providing shade and coloring the surrounding stone with countless shades. Vendors called out their specialties, best products, and prices while patrons haggled, questioning all of their claims. “Any material you can think of, cut and stitched in whatever design you can imagine. There will always be soone to et your needs. Spots along here are highly contested. People who cheat their custors, provide shit products, and don’t pay their dues get pushed out. So, you know you’re going to get the good stuff and best rates.”
“Where do the rejects go?” Lukas asked as they walked along one of the many canals that crisscrossed the city.
“Rejects?”
“I an the ones that get pushed out.”
Stefan raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
“Just so I know where to avoid if I decide to take my business elsewhere.”
“There are similar, smaller streets closer to the wall,” Stefan answered, pointing in the opposite direction from where they had co. He then gestured toward the center of the city where the buildings were almost all taller than the rest and made primarily of marble. “The shops and markets around there are the most expensive but the products aren’t necessarily better. More than often you’re paying for the famous artisan’s personal signature or flair. That’s unless you’re after enchanted or rune-marked products, of course. Then, there is no place better between Iskander and the Gray.”
The streets were clean and busy with trade and traffic. Lukas let his clone morize and analyze them. anwhile, he studied the side lanes they passed instead. The narrower paths between buildings, draped in shadow, were where he learned his craft. In a city riddled with cri and corruption, the dark alleys were where the real money and power changed hands. Lukas needed to know them and their rulers well if he wanted to survive, thrive, and accomplish his goals. Freedom demanded power and he was thirsty for both.
El-One chose well.
The options had left Lukas torn. He had no interest in the plains. They were ill-suited to him, and how he used the shadow clones. However, Iskander and the Gray had appeared just as good as the other.
The latter ca with the option of field training against the world’s monsters but he was far from pursuing or training in such a path. Arcane Clone was a powerful ability but said power lay in the ability’s utility. Each individual clone had little to offer without additional shard abilities, magic, and equipnt. The Gray was apparently rich with artisans and researchers magical but Lukas expected policing was strict too. The harsh climate and beast-filled mountains likely kept everyone on edge and made law-breaking activities more difficult. Lukas lacked the patience to follow the honest path.
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Iskander was ripe with cri and corruption and they had already shown their friendly faces. He intended to take full advantage of both for his rise to greatness and the clone had guessed as much.
Stefan changed direction. Instead of guiding them deeper into the city toward the heart and walls, he led them parallel to the docks.
“In general, you want to conduct business and work on this side of City Hall,” the guard captain said. “The port brings in the bulk of the city’s food, materials, and products. Most of it gets processed or traded here and then goes back on another ship to be taken elsewhere. Things get worse and pricier near the walls since passing through Iskander’s heart ans going through toll roads or smuggling underneath them. Bandits and beasts make land trade more dangerous and expensive than sea trade.”
“What about pirates and sea serpents?” El-One asked. “My cellmate wouldn’t stop talking about either.”
“They’re a risk too but considerably rarer. Most decent trade vessels employ scryers and diviners to help avoid them. There aren’t as many obstacles or arcane interference at sea and most can avoid the dangers in ti.”
“It seems the best inns, eateries, and entertainnt is also around here.” El-One eyes scanned the balconies above as he spoke. Scantily clad won and oiled bare-chested n stood on them waving, beckoning, and dancing. It was the middle of the day but foot traffic in and out of the buildings was high. The patrons appeared giddy with excitent. “You’ll agree when you see the ss around the jailhouse, brother. It’s ugly around there.”
Then that’s where we need to go.
“Sailors co to these parts on shore leave.” Stefan grinned. “If you lads want a good brothel let know. My cousin works for a wine rchant and they deliver all along here. He knows where the girls—” Stefan hesitated, glancing at El-One. “—or guys are prettiest, best-endowed, cleanest, and the rates are best.”
“It’s not our kind of place,” Lukas said before El-One could crack an unsavory joke. He could think of sixteen different things the clone was likely to say. “Why pay for sothing you can get for free?”
Stefan looked amused as he looked Lukas and his clone up and down. “The pair of you don’t seem particularly experienced or familiar with… the pub scene.”
Pub scene? Is this the journal translating lingo for my benefit?
“We just have mad riz—”
Lukas smacked the back of his ‘brother’s’ head. It seed he had the sa thought but the thod of testing it was beyond poor and juvenile. The lack of inhibitions which pushed the clones to risk their life and limb also seed to make them want to say the first thing that ca to mind. They had little to no filter for their inner monologue or juvenile humor that he had learned to suppress.
“Call us idealistic if you will, captain. But paying for affection and intimacy is not sothing that appeals to us.”
“It will be a long ti before we can afford it too,” El-One added, rubbing the back of his head. He threw up an arm, guarding against another smack. “I just an they’re good for business and contacts. That’s what my cellmate said anyway.”
“Your cellmate was a serial adulterer and Pink Sellis dealer,” Stefan said. “The red light streets are vital for his business.”
“It makes sense for n and won who spend months on end at sea without any physical contact or intimacy,” Lukas said. “But not for us.” He nodded at a man in so sort of military uniform. Shoulders hunched. Hands in his pocket. Eyes red. “I’d rather not be that guy.” Unconscious, vomiting or sobbing n filled the alley he had just exited. “I have nothing against the profession or the people who seek its service, though.”
“We just not rather be either of them,” El-One added.
“You don’t need to convince , lads.” Stefan laughed, throwing up his hands. “I’m a married man with grandchildren on the way. Work takes into these fine establishnts more often than I care and the wife ignores for days if she slls them on .”
Stefan and the clone lingered on the topic for a while longer but Lukas’s mind wandered. He made a ntal note of landmarks, planning solo exploration for El-Two later. Lukas morized the locations and landmarks around the mage towers, shops, academies, and poster boards. It was unlikely he’d make enough money to take classes. Instead, he put his hopes in finding a second-rate mage or researcher, seeking an assistant or employee. He didn’t need or want a master or apprenticeship.
Lukas wished to learn the basics from soone just to get him started and then have the clones practice them endlessly until it was all second nature to him. It was what he had done during his previous life. Unfortunately, magic was sparse and monopolized. The latter was likely true on Fracture too, but Lukas could feel arcane energy in the air, ripe for absorbing and making his own.
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