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

"Help me find what I can, Grace."
She nodded, and the warmth from her hands sent a tingle through my
scalp...
~~~~~
My knifework had been swift and practiced, and only a few spots of blood
mar my hands. The bodies lie motionless at my feet: clean kills, merciful
really, and nothing brutish about it. Nothing to make her afraid, and no
other voices to protest and fuel her doubts. In the dark she wouldn't see the
rotted teeth or warty faces of the thugs: no clean Clerk's Ward rogues were
these. She flinches when I look at her.
"You are unharmed?" I ask simply.
"Y-yes, sir," she stands and brushes off her skirts, and her voice steadies,
"You have my gratitude."
"And not your name?" My voice is hardly rude when I ask... simply flat;
teasing in its disinterest.
Her eyes widen slightly, "Deionarra. My name is Deionarra. And yours?"
"I regret that I have no name to give," How cultured I sound, so far in
contrast to this attire that could be described as savage, at best.
"I would know the name of my savior, good sir."
"As I said, I have none. I do not remember who I am," I finish cleaning my
knife, "I should escort you to your home. No one should be traveling Sigil at
this hour," my voice lowers, sounding slightly bitter, "Something I wish I had
learned long ago."
"You have amnesia?" She pauses as if embarrassed at such a personal
question, then looks to the corpses, "We should wait for the Harmonium.
They will require a full investigation into the matter."
I grit my teeth. Just come along you stupid COW! No, no. I must remain
patient. She'll be on my leash and lapping from my hand if only I remain
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