“Ah, the Constellation Lair. The diamond of the Guaragan Star.” My cloak gets jammed with the rickety wooden door, and I almost fall back; a loose plank holds me captive. The inside bustles with noise and energy, of tinkling glasses and—
I look to my companion’s scrunched nose. “Oh now, that is but the stench of hard labor. Not something you’re used to, eh Juno?” I slap Juno’s back, and he staggers in, almost tripping on his own longer cloak. I yank mine away from the door and cringe when I hear a rip sounding of crispy leaves. We seem to sweep the ground of the notorious tavern with our get-up. Our feet splash on something that smells worrisomely of piss.
“Nor you Panoleous.”
I grin, and we make our way over to the bar. My nose twitches beneath the powder the Contessa girls layered over me. A bronze that darkens the color of my skin—the unwitting disclosure of my origins.
“Hey there,” I raise a hand in greeting to an enormously large fellow as I sit beside him. He grunts, showing a row of blackened needle-like teeth. “Well alright then, you enjoy yourself.” He grunts again, and I turn to Juno.
“What are we doing here? We’ll be killed before we glean anything useful,” Juno hisses.
“Just keep your head down and let me do the talking—”
“That’s exactly what I’m worried about you’re talking.” Juno orders us the house special as advertised behind the pock-marked barkeep. He glares at us, and Juno hides deeper in his cloak, the layered bronze makes him look almost copper.