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

"I know! Sheesh, let me tell you though, only the shallow girls go after your
type. 'Oh look at me and my big scary muscles!' 'I'm so scarred and
mean-looking!' 'I've got legs! Look at me walk!' If you wanna get a girl that
you'll really click with, I'll show you the ropes if we ever go to a real bar."
"You can forget about Mammy Marm's House of Many Mams."
"I’m hoping you don’t really mean that.”
~~~~~
If I was to leave the Dead Nations to continue my search, I was going to have
to speak to the Silent King. Hargrimm had proved unwilling to help, Acaste
would sooner see us all disemboweled and eaten, and while Stale Mary was
as kind-hearted as they came, she was torn between her generosity and her
duty to the Silent King. The King's own chambers were too well-guarded for
me to sneak in and speak to him directly.
The only way I would be able to take another step towards escape (and
finally get something to eat other than stale bread and cranium rats sizzled
over a brazier) would be if I could get rid of Soego, and that was proving
difficult.
Until one day I stumbled into the answer while I was taking my routine stroll
down the halls.
There was no meat left on the bones of the ancient, animated corpse... only
a few colored rags, which seemed to serve more as decoration than
clothing. It was staring at the floor, shaking its head and tapping its chin
thoughtfully.
"Greetings..."
It made no response, apparently lost in thought.
"I said, 'Greetings.'"
It looked up and, seeing me, sighed with a small puff of dust. "I've much on
my mind, and would prefer to be left alone."
"Is there something I could help you with?" I offered. There was nothing to
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