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

which I seek to seek ME out? What a delightful twist, I shall have
to
The ink of this last entry is still wet. I would have to be more careful.
As we stepped into the corridor, the guardian spirit materialized before us.
Its ghostly countenance regarded us benevolently. "I thank you. You have
done me a great service. The spirits of my charges sleep quietly once again.
Go in peace... friend." The apparition faded away, leaving us alone in the
deserted halls of the Mausoleum.
"All in a day's work," I said, smiling.
Chapter 25
When I next saw Norochj he was pulling at one of his spikes of hair and using
it to scratch a spot on his face. I couldn't help but think he'd look a lot better
with dreadlocks.
I tossed the necromancer's journal down on the table. "I found out what
was going on in the mausoleum. The dead sleep again."
He flipped through it, scanning the more recent pages momentarily.
Norochj's lines of worry smoothed out. "Thanks give I." He reached into his
robes and drew forth a small bag, which he handed to me. "Copper coin.
Twice a hundred."
I nodded and turned to leave when I spied a young Dustman, hidden in the
corner of the bar. There was a bleak expression on his face, something
deeper than the grim, mournful gaze that Dustmen wore constantly. The
boy seemed on the brink of breaking under the weight of his despair, with
stubble on his chin and dark circles beneath his eyes. He was staring at the
wall with a somber expression.
I walked up to him. "Greetings."
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