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

Reekwind shook his head. "He lives amongst rags and trash. There, you will
find him, find him..."
Great.
~~~~~
The drone of flies replaced the cacophony of the Hive masses. One
squelched under my hand as I slapped it from my neck, leaving a biting pain
and an itch where it landed. With all the strange things in Sigil I'd seen the
past few weeks I wouldn't be surprised if these things were demonspawn
from the Seventh Layer of the Abyss or the like.
Meandering cautiously through the piles of trash, one thing looked
promising: a wooden walkway hidden in a nook behind the huts and the
filth. I had only noticed it out the corner of my eye as we dug through a
mundane little region, previously unexplored. It was a place you wouldn't
have given a second thought to... the perfect site for the entrance of a
hermit like Pharod.
With the boards creaking underneath our boots though, things became less
revealing and more mundane. Garbage was piled high on either side. Some
of it was fresh: bones with scraps of moist flesh, half-filled jars whose
contents still held some color and were yet to be touched by mold and
mildew. Now and again I saw the corpse of a cranium rat, the flies just
beginning to gather. This must've been a walkway for wheelbarrows so
more trash could be dumped aside.
I looked around cautiously. This was a city where its citizens fought over
corpses and thugs lurked at every corner. I wouldn't have been surprised if
the scavengers of this square hid amongst the filth and refuse so that they
could pounce on any unsuspecting, naive explorer. Funneled down this
narrow walkway, it would've been a simple matter to outflank the three of
us.
But nothing came of it.
At the end of the path, an archway led only inches into a small building
before becoming blocked by a solid wall of refuse. The rubbish was packed
so tightly it may as well have been stones and mortar.
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