We didn’t kill the witches.
Instead, we may have started a revolution.
We returned to the Baron with a new idea. The witches hate him, but they hate the people above even more. The Baron was sent down here by those same people, so perhaps everyone should stop trying to murder each other and concentrate on them.
It took some convincing. Baw Baggins gave a stirring speech while I played my lute.
The Baron cried.
So that worked.
Then we had to convince the witches not to assassinate our new ally. Eventually they agreed, which means our rebellion currently consists of us, the Baron and his guards, three witches, two changelings, eight peasants and ninety-one beavers.
There was serious discussion about using the beavers to dam a river or chew through the enormous tree holding up the city.
We decided to keep those ideas for later.
Then the Baron admitted he’d already betrayed us.
Before our new friendship, he’d told the rulers above that we were plotting against them. Their vampiric enforcers were coming to arrest us.
Which, as it happens, solved our biggest problem.
We needed a way into the city.
Daisy took our weapons, turned invisible and stayed close while Baw, Piss Boy and I surrendered.
Our captor was a tall, well-dressed vampire with a briefcase who seemed terribly disappointed we didn’t resist. Apparently killing us here would save him a lot of paperwork.
Baw assured him we’d prefer due process.
He warned us the due process would end with our execution tomorrow.
We surrendered anyway.
He locked magical manacles around our wrists and teleported his three prisoners back to the city.
He didn’t notice the invisible Daisy coming with us.
So we’re finally in the city above.
We’re also unarmed, shackled and on our way to a prison cell awaiting execution.
But mostly, we’re in.
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