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so... giddy.
"Eh? Enough of your cross examinations! Yes, yes, I know somebody who
might know... on Baator lies a pillar of betrayers, liars... and sages. Despite
their nature, their knowledge is considerable. They might know where you
can find this Fortress of Regrets." Fhjull's face curdled into a sour snarl, his
tone bitter that I'd been able to pry that one out of him.
Much better.
"How do I get to Baator?"
"Hold on, chief... Baator is BAD news," Morte floated over between me and
Fhjull, "This fiend is probably holding out on us... and even if there we find
the Pillar of Skulls, we can probably find somebody else who knows how to
reach this Fortress without going to one of the most dangerous planes in the
multiverse."
I mulled this over. Morte would know best on this matter…but then again, I
could see how he could be opposed to visiting the Pillar. "Are you holding
out, Forked-Tongue?"
"Feh! I have not told you of the nature of this cursed contract, but
understand this! I can NOT withhold this information. The Pillar... is your
only hope. There is a portal outside my home. It lies in the hand of this giant
creature. Go through the arch formed by the left arm of the creature and
you will be taken to the Pillar of Skulls. The portal will be active for you
now."
"And how do I return once I have gone?"
"Eh? Return? Why, I hadn't thought of that. To return from Baator, you need
knowledge and a piece of jagged obsidian to cut your tongue. That
knowledge you will gain from the Pillar. But there is no reason for you to
return here. And no desire on my part to see you again."
Morte waved side to side mimicking a shake of the head, "It's a dangerous
place, chief. I'd rather not go. I've been, and it isn't pretty. All right?"
"We have no choice, Morte. But I have need of more..."
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