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

"I can't give that up."
"I'm not giving it to you. I cannot allow you to be free. The Planes do not
need any more chaos and blood-letting."
"If that is what must be, then that is what must be. Farewell."
~~~~~
The Modron engineer clicked and whirred as it processed my orders.
"Is that understood?"
"By your command, Director." It bobbed, giving a whirr and click in
confirmation.
"Fantastic."
~~~~~
Grace wouldn't keep us waiting for long, but I wouldn't mind lingering in the
perfumed atrium of the Brothel for a while longer. The branches of the tree
seemed to waver as if caressed by an unseen wind, and as usual tea and
cakes were complimentary.
"She died in my arms, Kesai-Serris."
The exotic gray-skinned prostitute sniffed, wiping her nose, "I think- I believe
I felt it when it happened. A sharp dream of... of her, shrieking, voice cold
and sharp as a knife. And then nothing."
"The planes have been crueler to your mother than most realize. Part of her
was good to me. There was a remnant of Ravel that was kind, generous,
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