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

ANSWER THAT QUESTION FOR A SERVICE..."
"What's your demand, Pillar?"
The pillar's heads all turned to leer at Morte. "THE SKULL... WE DEMAND
THE SKULL AS TRIBUTE. RETURN HIM TO US, AND YOU SHALL HAVE YOUR
ANSWER."
"Don't put me back in there, chief. Please!" he wailed, eyes panicked.
"CEASE YOUR FEEBLE PROTESTATIONS, SKULL! THE DECISION IS NOT
YOURS!" The pillar's many heads swiveled slowly to face me, their eyes
narrowed. "TOO LONG HAS HE CHEATED HIS FATE; HE IS OURS. WERE YOU
TO RETURN HIM, WE WOULD BE MOST WELL-DISPOSED TOWARD SUCH A
GIFT... WE WISH TO SAVOR HIS SCREAMS..."
The stack of heads began to writhe and boil, heads thrusting to the surface
to howl and babble before sinking back down. They drooled and chattered:
"I cannot wait to savor his screams!" Another: "Screams be damned! The
torment is what's best for one so annoying as he! I shall yank his teeth out,
spit them into his brain pan and shake him like a babe's rattle!" And
another: "Oo! Oo! I'll eat his eyes out!"
"You can't have him!" I snarled, "What else will you accept?"
The pillar leaned towards me, the eyes of its heads narrowing. "THERE IS
KNOWLEDGE YOU POSSESS THAT WE WISH FOR OURSELVES. WHERE DOES
THE FIEND, FHJULL FORKED-TONGUE, RESIDE? TELL US, AND WE SHALL
ANSWER YOUR QUESTION." The stench of the pillar's hot breath surrounded
me as it awaited my reply.
Evil as he was, I couldn't betray Fhjull. "Fhjull has hidden himself well in a
demi-plane of a long-dead sorcerer's devising. He appears only occasionally
within Sigil, and it's there that I met him."
The pillar savored my gift for a time, its heads cooing and whispering to one
another.
"And my answer...?"
"NOT WHO -- WHAT. YOU HAVE BEEN DIVIDED. YOU ARE ONE OF MANY
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