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

"The directions?" He nodded, irritated. "Of course I was responsible - I knew
there was a chance I might fail here and lose my memories. I wanted future
incarnations to benefit from some... guidance. So I had the directions
stitched on my back, since such things - like journals..." He growled, as if
angry at himself. "Tend to be lost so easily."
My lip curled wryly, "The directions were kind of vague, though..."
"Are you a fool?" The incarnation looked exasperated. "The directions
needed to be vague - I couldn't spell out exactly what was happening to us,
so I left a signpost. What do you think would have happened if a Dustman
had read them? Or someone even more barmy? How quickly do you think
we would have been buried alive or cremated?"
"Very well," I nodded, "What about me seeking out Pharod, though? Why
him?"
"Pharod?" The incarnation thought for a moment. "Oh, yes - the trash king
with all the 'tough' bloods that thought I was easy prey..." He smiled slightly,
as if recalling a pleasant memory. "After only a little bloodletting, I struck a
bargain with him - he would see to it that if his men found me, they would
take me safely to the Mortuary - and, of course, I needed the eyes and
hands of his men to scour the catacombs beneath Sigil for me."
"For the Bronze Sphere?"
"Yes. I told Pharod it was the only thing that would save his miserable life...
what a sniveling little dodger he was. You see, the old bastard was destined
to end up on the Pillar of Skulls when he died, and he was desperately trying
to weasel out of it. So I told him that there was an item beneath Sigil that
would 'save' him from his fate, if he could only find it."
"But it wouldn't save him - it was just something you wanted him to find."
"Of course it was useless to him. One cannot dodge fate so easily. However,
nothing motivates a man faster than telling him what he seeks will save his
soul from eternal damnation. I intended to take it from him after he found
it. It just that searching for it myself would have taken... too long." He smiled
again. "And why should I do it, when I could have someone else hunt for
me?"
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