(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

the somatic components... vaguely. Something painful, but a spell of divine
origin.
I put my hands up, "It's okay... I'm not going to hurt you."
He stopped mid-gesture, "Ach, another visitor, eh? You'll all be wantin' to
scare the ol' hermit half to death, eh? These tunnels're no place for a casual
spring walk, y'know. What d'you want from me?"
"I'm looking for a deva."
He shook his head "Heard rumors about it, but this ol' hermit ain't seen it. I
thought it might be underground, since this place locks up all good things,
but I still can't find it. If I could, I'd ask if it'd heard about my god." He rattled
off another sigh, and looked down the hallway. "Somehow, it feels like it'd
be off to the west there. But I still haven't found it. It must have a guardian."
He winked at me.
"What can you tell me about this place?"
"This place? Full of monsters, criminals - I'm not one of 'em - and other folks
who mean a body harm. Still safer than the city above, though. At least
down here you know where you stand. Up there? Nossir."
"What are you doing down here, anyway?"
He sighed noisily, caught himself, and looked around wildly for a moment. "I
came to Curst because my god was exiled to Carceri. I've been movin' closer
to him alla the time, but I'm not goin' into the prison plane after him. I'm
tryin' to find a way to get him out. Since he's a power o' good, he shouldn't
even be there, but that's how exile works, I guess."
"How long have you been here?"
"Too long, too long, in the service of a god who's all but forgotten. I
remember him, though... I'll find him, if I have to duck all the monsters
around forever. I'll find him." He stared off, mumbling.
I looked him up and down. The little man hardly looked like the type who
was able to defend himself properly, "How was it that you survive down
here anyway?"
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