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

"This one is of the Order of Erit Agge: We await the Final Days where all will
be called to battle. The training and skills of this one: They are to be kept
silent until then."
"In the meantime, you will let yourself be robbed in the street, without
defending yourself?"
Porphiron bowed his head, "This one will clarify: The item is of value. The
discipline of the Erit Agge is of greater value."
"Since you won't fight, any chance you could talk these thieves into
returning your item?"
He scowled, "This one addresses the three thieves: What happens? The
requests of this one are met with scorn: The three will not return the item."
Despite Morte's grievances, I was feeling helpful, "I could go see if I could
get the item back for you."
"This one must ask: Would you bring violence to the three that have robbed
this one?"
I shrugged, sheathing my blade, "Well, if they aren't smart enough to hand it
over when I ask, things could get ugly."
The lines on the man's face formed into a series of overlapping ellipses. "If
that is the message they understand: Then that is how the message may be
conveyed."
"All right then. What is this item you've lost?"
"The item is this: A rope of black and red prayer beads worn around the
neck. The worth of these beads is not measured in copper: The worth of
these beads is measured in faith."
"All right then. I'll see if I can find this necklace. Do you know where these
three thugs might be?"
"This one knows where the angry words were traded and the item lost: By
the bar that burns inside? The three were outside the place: Dressed in
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