[This follows the canon storyline of my Meltdown plot! So some things might not be explained very well pffft.
I'm just playing with character backstories right now.]
I'm just playing with character backstories right now.]
It was considered a fairly common attraction, the dumping of the results of a particularly large Inigeri raid, strewn across the warm cave floor. Dukhaan crept out from behind the legs of one of the various adults standing in a tight circle around the pile, his feathery cloak a bit too puffy for his shoulders, fluffing up against his cheeks and making him sneeze. He pushed it down a bit, trying to tame the newly sewn feathers, peering between bodies before he'd finally had enough. Setting his brow, Dukhaan barreled forward, eliciting a few irritated reactions from the older members of the audience, but at last he fought his way to the front of the crowd, his eyes shining as he stared at the piles of gold and silver and copper tumbling out of sacks.
The sound of chains clinking echoed from the world above, and the great dark grate at the mouth of the cave in the ceiling creaked and groaned as it opened a second time–odd. A hundred pairs of golden eyes turned towards the ceiling, curiosity and confusion flashing and glittering in each one. Dukhaan watched as snow tumbled down into the warm, firelit Inigeri camp, the sounds of the Black Market above leaking in as a pair of captives were shoved roughly down the passageway, hitting the ground with a thud.