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

I nodded, "Very well."
"You have come to know the Fourth Circle of Zerthimon." He took the Circle
and with a deft motion, he twisted one of the links so one of the plates slid
forth. He handed the plate to me. "Meditate upon its teachings, and the
knowing of it shall give you strength."
"Thanks, Dak'kon."
Interlude
The Harmonium guard Mikon growls, "You're telling me that a den of
robbers and thieves is living right under our noses? And stealing from
graves?!"
You roll your eyes and sip your next drink slowly. While many had milled in
and out to relieve themselves, doing so now would all but forfeit your seat
at the bar. Perhaps you could offer Mikon a gold piece to keep watch over
your seat, but fewer breaks means more gold saved.
The man truly is a new recruit. The Harmonium may have conquered and
pacified a few worlds, but no police force could root out all the criminals and
lowlifes from the Hive. Poverty would simply breed more, even if the Free
League and Xaositects didn't send the Hardheads scurrying. Then again, all
the bloodshed in the streets would surely attract the Lady, and Factol Sarin
is much too sensible to...
In the background, Oudilin strums his harp. Throughout the tale he had
moved from a quirky strum when Scii-tavakis spoke of the Buried Village, to
a calm, wistful tune through the exploration of the crypt. The song played
like a forgotten memory, interrupted only by a dramatic crescendo each
time Scii described battles and fights in full, gory detail. The woman was a
bloodthirsty little savage.
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