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

The massive skeleton of some dead creature loomed before us, and Nordom
gave a confused chirrup, "Anomaly encountered. Readings abnormal...
un-un-unable to process."
Whatever it was, its presence drove off the hordes that chased us. Outside a
ring of stones had served as a campfire, and a tripod of metal beams
suspended a copper cauldron over the unlit coals. A few skulls and ceramic
jars had even been carefully arranged, not so much a threatening set of
decorations as much as it was... domestic. We took a quick breather, enough
to quench the fiery ache from our muscles. I didn't trust first appearances: if
there was a fight ready within we couldn't nap and get a full rest and wait
for it to come to us.
The entrance had been hollowed out from the side of a skull as wide as a
cart. It led down a flight of stairs into an impressive burrow, with walls of
dirt packed so densely that they might as well have been stone. The air was
keen with the acrid smell of bitter herbs and the musk of abyssal worms,
gutted and hung to cure like hams.
This was indeed the home of Fhjull Forked-Tongue, and he wasn't happy to
see us.
He was a broken fiend, with one tattered wing and covered in scars. His
voice was clenched, angry, and despairing, issuing from behind gritting
teeth. "A tanar'ri in my home!" he hissed at Grace, "Of all the indignities!
Why don't you invite your whole filthy species in?! Feh! The fetid stench of a
tan'nari! I can smell it for leagues! Show some respect for my home! Can't
you find some fumes or acidic vapors to try and drown your scent? Feh! I'll
never get that tanar'ric stench out of the place. It'll draw baatezu from all
over the planes."
"I like the way she smells. It's pretty," Morte quipped.
"Oh, and it's not just any tanar'ri, but a tanar'ri whore who's just walked into
my home... things can't get any worse. Come in! Come in! Please, my home
is your home!" He waved his hands in the air in despair. "Why don't you
invite all the rest of your Abyssal harpies into my home to torment me?"
"I extend my greetings to you, Advocate Infernus Forked-Tongue," Grace
nodded with a slight bow. "I will take your suggestion under consideration."
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