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

familiar itch as my body kicked into gear and began to regenerate. It wasn't
going to keep me from feeling as if I were just squeezed out of the tail end
of a ta'nari, though.
We made our way to the northern quadrant of the Hive as quick as we
could. With each step my pace was a little quicker, and I gained a little more
of the strength that would allow my body to make a much-needed vomit.
We found Ingress huddled inside her cloak of dirty rags, her teeth
chattering. She was glancing furtively about her, as if expecting to be
attacked at any moment.
I coughed and spat, clearing my throat before speaking, "Greetings, Ingress."
"Eh? You!" She squinted at me. "What issit y'wanta me now?! Y'wanta me
t'leave? NOT leaving this city, so I'm not. I can't, tried, it's not a city, it's a
prison t'everywhere."
"Ingress, I found someone who can take you back to your home plane." I
coughed again.
Ingress fell silent. "I wanta go. Wanta LEAVE this place."
"His name is Candrian. He should be along shortly to help you... trust him, all
right?"
She said nothing, only giving a quiet nod as the teeth chattered in her
mouth.
"I'll go back and meet Candrian at the Smoldering Corpse Bar and make sure
everything turned out all right. Be strong, Ingress."
I had quite a few loose ends to tie together.
Porphiron was still standing grimly on the street when I next saw him,
paying no heed to the passers-by. The web of lines on his face were
staggered into a series of right angles.
"This one addresses you, Porphiron."
As I spoke, the angles in Porphiron's face relaxed into a series of strange
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