Stinkor was leading some new prisoners to their cells. They were all grumbling because they were being led away by the tiniest conqueror in all the Underworld. Stinkor was just about the same size as H’earring, but he wasn’t too concerned with it. At least, not as much as Hammerdoom Chantcaller was.
“Keep it movin’!” he shouted at them as they went along. Shortly, all were locked in their cells. Then Grook walked up. “All prisoners accounted for and safely locked away,” he said with a smile.
Kaz kept his feet light and his body pressed against the cave-walls and he crept to the Pits. He heard chains rattling against the steel bars and heavy footsteps echo throughout the area. It was nothing he hadn’t experienced before, though that didn’t mean he didn’t have to be careful. He assumed no one appreciated someone lurking around a prison when they weren’t supposed to be there, both on Earth and here in Perim.
He continued to move, and even had to catch and keep himself from making a sound when ungracefully skidding his foot over a loose rock. He was caught even more off guard and froze when he heard a voice very nearby shouting orders. One voice was Grook’s, he had spent enough time around him to recognize it, but the other he didn’t know. Kaz carefully peaked around a corner spying the other, ordering a line of prisoners around, that he didn’t know.
He took a deep breathe and began to think up a plan. He’d wait until Grook was gone and this creature, Stinkor, came his way. Hopefully, Kaz could catch him alone. He didn’t look too intimidating (though after the Colosseum incident, he knew never to judge an Underworlder on their size again) so maybe he would be easily approachable. Cool and casual, he told him. Aaannd he could always port out if things didn’t go too well.
