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

It held up its palm. "No. By the power of the Silent King, thou shalt not leave
this place."
I sighed, "What can I do to convince you?"
"Firstly, I would know why thou art here."
I made a ball with my fingers, "I'm looking for something. A small bronze
sphere."
It shook its head. "I have seen no such thing. Why dost thou seek this
object?"
"For a man named Pharod."
The skeleton drew back. It looked up and away, as if peering at the surface.
"Blood still beats in his black, worm-ridden heart? That wheezing sack of
flesh still sends his pack into our homes to raid and pillage." It faced me
once more. "Thou were wrong to come here... we tolerate no such
desecrators within our borders."
"But I'm not of his pack..." I protested.
Its voice was firm and razor-edged, "Why, then, art thou here, invading our
homes on a fetch-and-carry for that miserable soul?"
"I'm finding the sphere for him in return for information I need. There is no
other loyalty between us," I said firmly and honestly. Hopefully Hargrimm
would accept that.
It looked me over carefully, tapping its chin with a bony finger -- click, click,
click. "Thou do not seem the sort to follow such a man. Perhaps you speak
the truth. Perhaps... your presence here is tolerable."
"Tell me of the Silent King."
He straightened up proudly, "Our lord and vision, he who makes the law and
protects us. Thou wouldst do well to start no trouble here, stranger, for the
Silent King's eye is everywhere and his justice, swift."
"Why is he called the Silent King?"
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