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

Chapter 24
The cool, dry air was ominous in the tattoo parlor. Beneath the sweetness of
the incense smoke, the musty scent of old leather had been intertwined
with the slightest sour hint of meat gone bad.
All about the shop, intricate designs had been inked on sheets of leather and
parchment. They lay about haphazardly, but by the lack of dust there
seemed to be an odd order to it all. It was as if Fell worked in a meticulous
but fickle hand.
A dabus stood in the center of the room... but something about it struck me
as odd. It had the same shock of white hair, the same greenish cast to its
skin, the same pair of goat horns... then I suddenly realized this one was
walking on the ground, not floating. For some reason, that made me uneasy.
I blinked, looking to Morte, "Uh... Morte. You said dabus float, right? This
one's walking on the ground."
Morte glanced at the dabus, and his eyes widened. "Ah-ha! I knew you
goat-heads could walk! I knew it!" Morte turned gleefully back to me. "Ha!
This one must not be aloof enough to get off the ground."
I greeted him. The dabus waited patiently, its hands tucked into its sleeves. I
asked the dabus several questions, trying to refresh my memory of the
rebuses that appeared above its head.
As I was about to ask the dabus as to who he was, I suddenly realized I
already know the creature's name -- 'Fell.' It wasn't the sign or the obvious
fact that he was acting as a shopkeeper. There was something deeper in his
name than I realized. It echoed in my skull. As if in response, the dabus
inclined his head slightly, and a lone symbol appeared above its head. It was
blurry at first, then resolved into a white oval with a black lightning bolt
through it.
"I feel like I know you, Fell," I said, slightly disoriented.
Fell bowed reverently, and a stream of symbols swirled about his head,
rotating clockwise, then counterclockwise. It took me a moment to
translate: