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

He paused briefly, thinking. "I know the portal of which you speak, though I
have not traveled it these thirty years gone. I will take her home, seeker. Go
tell her to await my arrival, then meet me back here, and I will tell you if I
was successful or not."
I nodded, and strode to the door. It didn’t look like Morte was in the bar,
and I needed his help to find Ingress, especially if she was going to run like a
madwoman as before.
The door suddenly flung open, and a familiar ball of bone and teeth barreled
in, "Chief, we’ve got a problem."
"Morte! Where were you? Candrian was just telling me about-"
"Yeah, I've heard it all before. Great Ring, Law of Three, very nice," his eyes
rolled, glancing around nervously."
"No, Candrian's a traveler. If we can find Ingress-"
He cut me off, "Look, there's trouble. I went out to look for a mammy bar..."
I buried my face in my hands and groaned as he talked, "...and was scoping
out some of the nicer harlots about, and... well. Looks like that big ugly guy
you tricked figured it out somehow and wants revenge. He's gathered
together a load of the local gangs: the Satch Uglies, the Four-Fingered Hand,
the Red-Ebon Fangs... I think they're going to rip you apart, chief."
"...Crap."
Chapter 22
“This is your fault, you know that?" Morte scowled, clicking his jaw.
"Me?! But- you- Morte! You were the one who was practically cheering so
the whole block could hear!"
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