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

and I beg of thee: honor thy word."
"I have one last question before I leave... have you seen a small, bronze
sphere anywhere here?"
Hargrimm shook its head. "I have seen no such thing, here. Perhaps deeper
beneath Sigil... search the drowned catacombs. Thou shalt find the entrance
to that place west of where thou first came here. Leave now, and do not
disturb the dead. Mary and I have much to talk about." Mary nodded, and
she patted my cheek gently, "Muuuh unduuuh."
Chapter 37
Down the dimly lit halls of the Dead Nations and through the gates I entered
the Drowned Nations as Hargrimm suggested. Hopefully Pharod's bronze
sphere would be somewhere down here, but if I hadn't gotten any clues
combing through the rest of these damn catacombs, it seemed even less
feasible that I'd find it in this dank little corner of Sigil.
A ghoul greeted me as I entered. His eyes were wary, and he waved me
away with a hiss, "Sss... Meat creature, no place for you thisss isss."
"What are you doing here?
He gestured, taking in the entire red-bricked maze of tunnels. Slabs and
ancient furniture were scattered about the place. Before the coffins were
moved in it might've been a tavern until it sank beneath the city. "We look
to exsssspand our home. Eliminate enemiessss... find food to keep from
chewing on walking meat, yessss? The Silent King tellsss usss... no walking
meat."
"Are these the Drowned Nations?"
"Thiss? Thisss iss the Drowned Nationsss, yesss," he hissed, "Thisss iss our
new hunting lair. Thisss... thissss is our larder."
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