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

"Why not?"
"That's the spirit, lad! Bide a moment." He rose to his feet and headed to the
bar. After a moment, he returned to his seat with a pair of tankards. "Here
you go, lad. Drink up!" He took a massive swallow from his own tankard and
puffed on his pipe, "What can ol' Ebb do for you on this fine Sigil day?"
I downed a gulp, then coughed. The stuff was strong, and tasted like varnish.
The aftertaste was oddly pleasant, however, a sweetness past the offensive
bite. I coughed. "It's- ahem- quite..."
"Aye, that stuff's got a kick to it, it does. Ebb Creakknees, Third Measure of
the Harmonium, now retired and being a tout with one's voice since I don't
step as lightly as I might these past two or three decades!" He chuckled.
"Third Measure of the Harmonium?"
Ebb puffed up slightly in pride and a semi-stern look crossed his face. "Aye,
Third Measure of the Harmonium..." He relaxed a little. "Though I haven't
served a tour of duty in many a decade. Pushing a quill wasn't quite up my
alley after all the fights and skirmishes I been in, so I just bide my time
keeping tabs on things down here in the Hive and helping out a little where I
can. An' you look like someone who might need a hand... are you in some
kind of trouble, lad?"
I nodded. "A few troubles: I woke up in the Mortuary and seem to have
forgotten who I am."
"Eh?" Ebb blinked, then frowned. "What was that you said, lad? That you
woke up in the Mortuary..." Ebb studied me closely. "Oh now, did they
mistake you for dead under all them scars mayhap?" Ebb chuckled. "Can't
say I would have been any smarter..." He puffed his pipe. "'Specially not
after a couple round o' these. Them Dusties..." He caught himself. "I mean,
them Dustmen... Dusties being a rude term to refer to them pale-faced
fellas, and I don't mean them too much disrespect... they have all the
perceptions and friendliness of a gravestone sometimes, eh? Can't say I
couldn't see them screwing that up, no, lad."
I looked around the bar. "Odd place, this."
He nodded, "Ye're in the Smoldering Corpse Bar, lad. Not a pretty place as
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