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

It's divided into six wards, each of them with its own function. Right now,
you're in the Hive. I think the purpose of the Hive is to be squalor to the rest
of the city's grandeur!" He laughed. "Factions -- philosophical clubs, or gangs
if you prefer -- divide up the running of the city between 'em."
I was nursing my third mug by then, "And you were in a faction?"
Ebb raised his hand as if to stop me and laughed slightly. "Oh, now, hold on,
lad -- I'm no has-been faction member... they say, and they're right, that
once ye're one of the Harmonium, ye're a Harmonium for life. We're the
bloods that try and make sure Sigil stays outta trouble. No rocking the spire,
no folks getting too over-enthusiastic about hurting each other, keeping the
city down to a low roar. We try and keep the peace, lad, and mosttimes, we
do a decent job."
He continued, "The city's called the crossroads of the planes and the City of
Doors and the Cage. It's got portals to all o' creation, they say, and all
manner of beasties come through here to trade, call kip, or hop from one
place to another. Now, that's just the quick version, lad; you'll have to
experience the place for yourself."
It was just a matter of time until his throat was dry and he slumped down,
tired, "Whew! Some tout I am. Ach, can't fight, can barely fill the new bloods
with the chant."
"Well, it has been a while. Perhaps another time-"
He shook his head, "Nay, ye have questions yet, I gather. Go talk to Candrian
there, he's a good sod. Where I can tell ye about the ins and outs 'o Sigil, the
man wears the planes themselves like a robe."
He gestured to a soft-looking man with gentle, far-staring eyes. He dressed
in supple leather clothing, and carried various implements of use and
destruction about his body: ropes, spikes, tinderboxes, and empty vials of
air. He looked half-gone - literally. There was an insubstantiality to his
existence, as if his essence had been partially leeched away. He focused
those eyes on me, and suddenly I found them gripping and determined.
"Greetings to you, o seeker."
"Greetings," I said. I looked back at Ebb, who had slumped in his chair and
was snoring softly.
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