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

He smiled knowingly, shaking his head. "You're new here, I can see that
now. You don't understand how things work in Sigil, friend. Belief is
everything here... everything!"
I had to admit to myself I didn't know much about Sigil, and nodded, "You
could be right."
"I am right, I'm certain of it." A sense of conviction surrounded him like an
aura; he seemed so unlike the man I first spoke to. "That's all I'd ask of you,
friend... just care for them, hope for their recovery. In time, should enough
people want it, it will come to pass. Can you do that for me, friend?"
"Yes," I said, looking at the tree, focusing on its well-being, on it flourishing,
"I'll help."
"Excellent, my friend, excellent! I thank you... you've given me back my
confidence, my purpose. Perhaps I can find others like you, who'll listen...
perhaps we'll make a difference. What about your companion, friend?
Would you speak to him on my behalf?"
"Morte? What do you think?"
"Huh?" he blinked, "Oh, yeah, chief, sure- whatever you say."
"I'm serious, Morte. Can you make the effort?"
Morte looked at me for a while, silently, then nodded. "Yeah, I can. If it's
that important to you, I'll do it."
"Thanks, Morte," With that, I turned back to Mourns-for-Trees, "Well, I
suppose you're the closest thing to a gardener in the Hive, then,
Mourns-for-Trees?"
He chuckled, "Well, my interest in the flora of the Hive isn't limited to
removing the razorvine, if that's what you mean."
I fished the seed out of my pouch, "I need some herbs sprung from this
seed. Can you help me?"
Mourns-for-Trees took the seed from me and held it up to his eye. "What an
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