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

play this fool's game then we will wait as our enemy and the shadows
murder them one by one. Once enough time has passed and all hope has
gone, perhaps then you will understand that you have no choice."
My hands twitched to reach for his neck. My dagger was at the ready. But he
was right... as powerful as I was he'd had centuries more experience at the
Art, and even if I hadn't been so badly drained through my foray into the
Fortress he may beat me easily still.
No. I glanced to the madman beside me. He flinched, but I leaned down,
speaking softly in the lost language of the Uyo: the language that he had
used to encode his dodecahedron journal, the language that only Fin the
linguist had known, and the language he had been murdered for, to keep
the journal secret for all time.
The incarnation's eyes widened, and he stared at me. After a moment of
silence, he replied in the same tongue.
He was silent, staring at me. The other two looked at us, confused at the
odd exchange.
He nodded... slowly.