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

"Have you come to kill me?! Torment me? If so, know that I still have much
power at my disposal!"
I raised an eyebrow. I'd met fiends cruel, malicious, and cunning. But I'd
never encountered one that seemed so bitter until Fhjull, "I have not come
to kill you."
"Feh! We shall see, we shall see! If you do not intend to kill or inflict pain
upon me, I fear that the torment is of a subtler nature... by far, the worse of
many such pains."
"A friend told me that you're under obligation to perform charity. I'd just like
the answers to some questions..."
He winced at that. Apparently it was true. "Feh. Speak. Speak your piece."
"Where is this place?"
"Feh. A blasted crater in the Outlands that reflects the emptiness and
hollowness of my life. Feh. I need little. Marrow from the creature supplies
me with food and the peculiar energies of the place prevent scrying fools
from finding me... though apparently, idiots can still find their way here."
"What is this creature?"
"This is the skeleton of Ul-Goris, the father of the goristro. They're living,
bearlike siege-towers, juggernauts of chaos, huge, practically unstoppable,
highly resistant to magic... and Ul-Goris' bones, in the crater where he fell to
his death, radiate much enchantment that prevents magic to spy me,
keeping this pitiful frame alive for a few more desperate years. Feh!"
"What makes your life so empty anyway?"
"Had you walked the scalding streets of Dis and smelled the sweet stench of
burning of flesh, breathed deep the poisonous vapors of Stygia's ice floes,
led armies through the night-lit palaces... you would not ask this question,
near-man."
I'd had enough of his grousing. Fiends were dangerous enough to face off,
and even talking to a baatezu could mean disaster. They had a reputation
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