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

Candrian carefully set down the mug he had been holding, and gave me all
his attention. "I have seen the far reaches of the multiverse and returned to
tell the tale. I have walked upon the bodies of dead gods and spun
moonbeams in the Astral ahead of a thousand shrieking githyanki knights. I
have passed the edges of existence and watched my essence shiver away
before me. What is it I can do for you?"
I scrubbed a hand through my hair, "I'm afraid I've only been in the city, and
I know little of its workings." I looked back at the woman across the room
still arguing with her cousin, at Drusilla. Clueless? Not for much longer, I
hoped.
"It is not merely Sigil, but all the planes that one must know of. Perhaps I
have answers for you. Speak, and I shall tell you. I am Candrian Illborne,
traveler, dreamer, talespinner, and so forth. At your service."
"I've heard you were a traveler. Tell me of the planes."
He shook his head and sighed wearily, "I am tired, seeker, so tired... I am
fresh back from negation. I will answer what I can for you, but I cannot
promise that you will find satisfaction in the answers I give. What would you
know? Would you hear of the Outer Planes, the Prime Material, or the Inner
Planes?"
"What's the difference?"
"The difference is true essence, seeker. The Inner Planes are matter,
substance, true physicality. They are the building blocks of the multiverse,
for it is from them that all belief in the elements springs. The Inner Planes
filter through the Ethereal Plane - the plane of potential, some say, which
forms the elements into the worlds of mortals. Once past the Ethereal
Plane, one reaches the Prime Material, where exist all manner of mortals
and monsters and myths and machines. It is there that belief is born, and
there that the spirits that create the Outer Planes are born. When mortals
die, they pass through the Astral Plane, a no-place that is thought and
mental energy itself. It is in all things, and in none. It is paradox, among
other things, and it filters spirits into the Great Ring. Do you comprehend so
far?"
I nodded, drinking in his words as quick as I could. Faster than I did this ale,
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