Captured!
When Posh Fred’s gang found me a bit later, I was looking even worse than before. Split lip, black eye, and the bandages around my side had a certain smell to them which you usually don’t get for a few days when a wound goes bad. I didn’t give ‘em much of a fight when they shoved me into their carriage, either. Things were kind of hot and painful.
I could tell that one of the guys was a local, though. Even in the state I was in I was pissed at the sight. We expect Cin Citiers to be better than that. I mean, we ain’t perfect but we don’t run snatch teams. But this tonto didn’t even seem to be ashamed about it.
The carriage ride was three flavors of awful, but I could tell they were taking me north, to the docks up at Cant. Made sense: the Elhai docks had too many cops and crooks and Adventurers snooping around. And all of ‘em would treat breaking up a slaver gang as an act of civic virtue, not to mention a fun thing to do on a Friday night. Cant’s a rougher part of town these days.