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

"I don't know my true name."
Reekwind's eyes widened; seeing his eyeballs bulge even larger made me
even more uneasy. "Then you are blessed, blessed. Remain nameless, and
you shall be as a spirit on the Planes, untraceable, untrackable, unseen,
undiscovered." He smacked his gums wetly. "A name chosen, a name
given... it allows others to find you and hurt you."
A shudder ran through me: a vestigial fear, perhaps, of a long-forgotten
terror that might've hunted me. Something I might've escaped from by
casting my name into the lots of oblivion. "Have you been hurt?"
Reekwind gave a twitching nod, then scratched himself. "Let my name slip
once, once, only once, only once." His eyes filmed over as if the memory was
painful before glancing at me uneasily. "Tell you the story I can, I will, but
three coppers must I see." His face split into a smile at the word coppers,
and his reeking breath hit like a hammer.
My coin pouch was full enough. "Very well. Here's three copper."
Reekwind got into a stance, looked left, looked right, then faced me. His face
clenched, then with a grunt, he broke wind again. The smell nearly leveled
me, but he took no notice. "Cursed, I! Walked the wards in splendor..." He
stood up stiffly, nose high in the air. Reekwind sauntered back and forth,
nodding to invisible passers-by.
Reekwind froze, his arms akimbo. "Crossed paths with a crossed one. Had
the looking of a pumpkin, his seeds, curses!" Reekwind then thrust his belly
out so as to appear fat, slicked back his hair with his filthy palm so he looked
almost bald, and began drumming his fingers on his 'fat' belly. He then
walked about, circling the spot where his 'stuffy, upper class persona' used
to be. "All-a-jumble with curses, this one was." With a sneer and a careless
gesture, Reekwind tossed an invisible curse at the 'stuffy persona.'
"Knew my name, let it slip I had, I had, all it took, took it all!" He stiffened up
again, inhaling deeply and resuming his 'upper class' persona. The persona
suddenly crumpled, and Reekwind broke wind violently, then exhaled, filling
the air with his foul, reeking breath. "Cursed with stenches, smells,
excrement! Came here to tell tales, all good for, all good for now. Now
Reekwind is the name, given name, given name..."
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