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

You pop a crisp in your mouth.
"Fascinating tale, truly fascinating. Though, of course, some parts must
certainly have been woefully embellished," a strong, stern voice mutters
next to you.
You look up to a face framed in a spiked red helmet and a body in matching
armor, as scarlet as a sinner's blood. He is fresh-faced and smooth-skinned,
either a highly competent fighter to be so unmarred or a new recruit. "The
Harmonium," he continues, "sends its regular patrols through the Hive. So
many gangs of cutthroats and thieves- and in broad daylight! Impossible."
The woman in worn leather armor and dust-covered rags, Scii-tavakis, smiles
over her mug. It is a toothy, unloving grin, "Oh? And I suppose you're here
to keep the peace, aye?"
The Harmonium guard stands up proudly, "Aye. My officer had heard an
unusual gathering here in the Hive, and I was diverted from my patrol to
keep an eye on things."
The woman chuckles dryly, holding her body like steel even as she leans
back. That spear in the crook of her arm seems as if it had seen plenty of
use: the wood just past the obsidian spearpoint is stained a deep red,
blackened with age. She is a coiled snake, ready to strike, "I have been in
this unusual city for a while, Hardhead. The usual patrols in, say, the Clerk's
Ward consists of three to five. Where are your companions, Hardhead?"
The young officer scowls and shifts uncomfortably, looking the warrior up
and down as if considering whether he could arrest her, "I- believe they
should be here any moment now."
The pale-faced Scales-of-Three stops counting the coins behind the bar and
looks up, staring at the small crowd as if he may need to step in and
mediate. As the young Harmonium guard relaxes, however, the Rilmani sets
his wooden gaze back on his task.
"No need for that, Mikon," Shara Six-Blades says to the Harmonium guard,
"You know I have little tolerance for violence, unless it suits me. I can put
down any fight, near enough."
"Be... wary," Scales-of-Three intones in his hoary voice, "In a throng such as
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