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

"I've told you already..." the man moaned, "I've repeated it again and
again..."
"Then repeat once more!" the githyanki snapped. The rescue workers were
pulling away the rubble, shoring up the timbers with long metal bars to
prevent further collapse.
"B-bodies... s-so many... b-bodies..."
"Survivors?"
The man's voice went weak, "Please, no..."
"Survivors!" An'izius demanded.
"Dead... all dead. There was a woman here... but she isn't speaking now. A
man was pinned next to me but he was dead the moment I felt him against
me. Please help me..."
"Tell me her name. And feel along that corpse and describe his features once
more!"
"Oi," Karthis growed, putting a hand on An'izius' shoulder.
Karthis was one of those damned Anarchists who had helped instigate this
debacle, and An'izius almost pulled away to crack a knuckle against the
human's face. He squelched that urge quickly though... the last thing they
needed to do was add any other hostilities to the town and allow themselves
to get dragged to Carceri again. No strangers would be here to pull their ass
out of the pit this time.
"That's just cruel," Karthis continued, as if he hadn't noticed An'izius tensing,
"You're going to break the man if you keep demanding he focus on the
horrors around him. Who knows how sane he would be once we pull him
out?"
"Better mad and living than sane and dead," An'izius snapped, ignoring the
weeping descriptions of the bodies that the trapped townsman made, "Fear
of death will keep him alive long enough for us to dig him out."
A chill wind passed through the town then, whipping the sands and stirring
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