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

"Feigned ignorance?"
"Oh, yes." The man smiled. "Once a liar, always a liar. It takes a stronger
mind than the skull's to give me the laugh, though."
"What was his game? What more did he have to lie about?"
The incarnation smirked. "It is of no matter. Let the skull have his secrets -
they are worthless to us."
"Tell me about Xachariah."
"The archer? Well, old sodden Xachariah could see things with his 'eyes' that
I couldn't - and he could hit them with his arrows, too."
"So?"
"Well, I was walking into this Fortress blind in some ways - I didn't know
what my killer was, so I needed someone who could see things I couldn't in
case the enemy was beyond my visual range." He snorted. "Xachariah ended
up dying too fast, though, so he wasn't any use in the end."
"You've turned preparation into an art, it seems. You built that tomb
beneath Sigil, didn't you? The one with the traps?"
"I'd almost forgotten - yes, what a waste that was." The incarnation seemed
irritated. "Obviously, that didn't work. And it cost a lot of blood and coin,
too."
"Worthless!" The second incarnation broke into uneven laughter, but more
gleeful than mad. "It was EASY to breach that child's trap. I found it... and
CHANGED it. To make it HARDER. Changed the WRITINGS."
The incarnation frowned at the paranoid one; he looked like he was barely
restraining himself from attacking the other. "Yet another thing you will
answer for..." He turned back to me. "Though I suppose it doesn't matter. It
was shortly after the failure of the tomb trap that I decided to carry the
battle to our killer rather than wait for him to show any longer."
"Were you responsible for the tattoos on my back? The ones I read when I
woke up in the Mortuary."
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