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

Might as well do a favor.
I grabbed hold of the cobblestone and pulled it out of the corpse's head.
Traces of brain matter and rotting flesh slowly dripped from it... it looked
like whatever was in its head turned to ooze long ago.
I looked the corpse over.
A number of the leaflets had been ruined by rain, but some of them were
still legible.
"To Those Hive Citizins Wishing Gainful Employ with the Most
HONRIBLE and JENROUS Sigil Government: Inqwire Forthwith at
Office of Vermin and Disease Control to help stem playge of brain ratz.
BOUNTIEZ PAID! Copper Given for each rat tail brought. (Tails must be
ginuine and from rat only. No cat, dog or fiend tail acceptd.) Office
several streets SOUTH AND WEST of Mortuary Gate, in lower Hive. Ask
for Official Inspecter-in-Charge, the RESPECTED PHINEAS T. LORT,
XXXIX."
Hrmn. It was just as Creeden had mentioned.
Someone had posted a bill of fare for the "Gathering Dust Bar," but the bill
of fare couldn't be read, as the words 'SMOLDERING CORPSE BAR' had been
scrawled in charcoal over the bill.
"'Smoldering Corpse Bar?'" I muttered. Could it have been the bar where
Porphiron had been mugged?
The zombie immediately jerked its left arm upwards and pointed far to the
southeast. A moment later, the arm fell back to its side with a THUMP.
"Huh. It even gives directions."
"Reminds me of a job I once had." Morte seemed embarrassed. "Well, I
mean... without the arms."
I chuckled and continued reading.
"PUBLIC NOTICE: By the Order of the Judiciary Council and in
Accordance with the Citizenry of Sigil, Let it be Known those Defacing a
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