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

Dak'kon crossed his arms and breathed deeply, "We know not what will
happen if we enter the chambers of the Silent King. It is said that no living
creature can pass through the doors..."
I shrugged, "Well, what's it going to do, kill me?"
I wasn't foolish enough to enter through force... setting the entire Dead
Nations against me would be a poor way to begin a diplomatic effort
towards earning my freedom. Hargrimm was an obstacle, Acaste was more
predator than leader, but Stale Mary... her kindness had not been snuffed in
death.
The ways of persuasion and charm were known to me in my studies of the
Art, and it was through this lens that I focused my will. I softened the harsh,
grating tone of my voice, straightened my stance, and softened my features
so that I came to Mary as a true supplicant. This was no deception (could
undead even be susceptible to charms and glamours?), it was a way of
finding the right words.
"Mary, I need to speak with the Silent King. Can you help me?"
"Whuh?"
"I need to leave this place, Mary. I've so much to do... and to be imprisoned
here, simply for stumbling upon the Dead Nations... it isn't right. Please... I
ask only for a modicum of compassion. Can you help me?"
"Hrrghhnnn..." .
I shook my head, "Hargrimm will not allow me to speak to the King directly. I
don't know if it truly intends to release me or my friends."
Stale Mary was quiet for a time, then nodded. She pointed to the first of the
three portals along the northern wall. "C-c-cluuhh ayyysss. Thuuuh uh
Suhhhlunnh Kuh-kuknnng. Wwhhhuuuhbh uuhhhnd nuuuheehhh
ahhhlllk-ku-kuuuhh. Bhu-bhu-buhhh uhn suuuhhh lhuuung ayyye lhhhuuuv."
"Thanks, Mary."
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