I have settled into my place here in the outer-rim of the city, still bandaging my wounds from earlier.
It seems when I first entered this place I was immediately set upon by the "guards" of the gate. The three of them were all dressed in tattered outfits, which was the reason I had my doubts that they were guarding anything of importance. They jeered that they had found a "new plaything" and drew in closer, cracking their knuckles and snickering. Before I could move to defend, a sharp blow to the back of my head caused me to fall to the ground. Apparently they had had another in their group that had somehow snuck up behind me. Wincing in pain, I looked up and saw a hulking figure bending over and staring at me, a look of utter disgust plastered on his piggish face. A messy mop of orange hair fell to his shoulders, glittering in the unnatural light from the caverns ceiling far above them.
"This gate is under my control. You wanna pass through? You gotta pay the toll," The talking mountain barked gruffly.
The brute grabbed me by my hair and yanked me up, searing pain from my scalp causing me to choke a gasp and grunt. He pulled me close, his sulfuric breath hitting my face.
"The toll, is a little bit of blood...and a lot of whiny tears" The man said with audible glee.
With that, he reared back his free fist. The next thing I remember was darkness...
When I woke up, I found that I was laying on a cot. I tried to get up, but a jolt of discomfort in my chest caused me to fall back on the thin pillow my head was resting on. This time, expecting the pain, I steadied myself up into a sitting position and looked around. The room I was in was on the small side, but it looked well maintained. There was a door located on the wall across from the cot. Next to the door resting against the wall was what was left of my pack, a tattered mess but otherwise looked salvageable. A table next to the cot had a glass of clear liquid placed close to me. I picked the glass up and examined it, sniffing the contents.
"It's not poisoned, don't worry,"
The voice startled me, almost causing me to take a bath in the liquid as I steadied my grip on the glass. The door had opened and another man entered. This one was actually better dressed than the "welcoming party" I had met. He was a stocky man with a full face that had a soft smirk.He had short brownish hair that was a little messy, but at least didn't look greasy. He folded his arms and leaned against the open door.
"Drink it, it will ease the pain,"
I looked back at the glass and suddenly felt extremely thirsty. I guzzled down the liquid like a man who had been in the desert for day without any nourishment. As I finished, I coughed a little and wiped my mouth. Suddenly, I felt a warming sensation come from my belly and felt most of my pain dissolve away.
"There we go. That stuff helps heal pain up right quick, but maddeningly addictive, so careful."
The man approached my cot and looked at me, carefully examining me.
"You seem to have healed nicely, not too worse for wear. Those trolls sure did rough you up though."
He took my arm in his hands and tested my blood pressure.
"Vitals seem good too."
I looked at him with mild curiosity. Who was this man, and why was he helping a complete stranger? As if he noticed my glance he looked over and smiled broadly.
"You're probably wondering who I am. Sorry I didn't introduce myself when we first met, but you really weren't in a position for light banter."
He straightened up and bowed slightly.
"you may call me Kitsune Inferno, but you can call me Kitsune."