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

Poor sod. I tapped my chin with one finger. "Can you tell me where I could
find someone named Pharod?"
Reekwind suddenly hunched over and leered at me. He walked around me
for a moment, dragging his leg as if lame. "A king! A noble tale, a noble tale!
A tale I can tell, but three coppers must I see..."
The coppers clinked humbly into his palm.
Reekwind remained hunched over, staring. "Once a man of respect, Pharod
was, a man, a man of goals, and position. All became nothing, nothing,
turned to air." Reekwind squinted, then broke wind, filling the air with a
gut-churning smell. "Turned to air... and stink."
"A liar, a cheater, a man who twisted law, Pharod was." He hunched over, as
if writing at a desk. He 'wrote' for a moment, then suddenly stopped, afraid.
"Then one day, he found that he had twisted himself!"
"Such a liar he had become, that when he died, he was to go to a horrible
place..." Reekwind shook his head sadly, then hunched over again and
looked wildly in all directions. "Pharod would not accept it, would not,
would not! He had cheated others, he would cheat his fate, too!"
"He read, dug in books, and consulted seers..." Reekwind stalked back and
forth, his hand over his eyes as if staring off into the distance. "...and they
told him that only in trash could he find that which would let him cheat his
fate." Reekwind broke wind again, then gave a reeking cough. "Perhaps they
lied..."
Reekwind stood up stiffly, then began to fling off imaginary clothes. With
every piece of 'clothing' he threw away, he became more hunched. "Pharod
threw away his position, his goals, and took up a new title..." Reekwind
stopped, then leered at me. He clawed at his rags, shaking them. "And
became a King of Rags! He would rule the trash, have his subjects search it
all, and find that which he needed." He shook his head. "He looks even now,
even now..."
Sigil ground the high and mighty into the dust like a millstone. "Uh... do you
know where I could find him?"
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