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

mourn it forever... even now, the dust clings to our robes, the spit dries in
our mouths, our bodies wither and die."
"Is there any way I could help you?"
"You are kind to ask..." The Crier shook his head. "Unless you can
immortalize Es-Annon, there is no help to be had."
The image of a black stone obelisk sprang to mind, and I faced the Crier with
the gleam of an idea in my eyes. "Must it be immortalized by a man? Would
a tombstone serve?"
The Crier blinked. "Tomb... stone?"
"It's a stone that records a man's name, his life, and a eulogy. If it serves a
man, could it not also serve a city that has died?"
He stared at me a moment, awestruck. "Stones may do such things?"
I nodded. "Yes. And their lifetime is much longer than a man's. If its name
was carved on stone, would Es-Annon's memory be served?"
The man paused. "Would others see this name?"
I smiled. "Yes. It would be there for all to see, long after you have died."
The man nodded. "If such a thing were possible..." He turned to me. "Where
would one find such a stone?"
"I know of one, I could see to it that Es-Annon's name is carved upon it."
"You... you... would do this? I..." The man's eyes watered up again. "You
would be setting all the Criers of Es-Annon free. But a score of us remain...
the burden of remembering would be over after so MANY years..."
"I would do so. I will return when the name is carved."
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"I'd like to bury a name," I said to Death-of-Names.
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