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

premium black-box items on the list. No need to crowd, the barmaids will be
happy to take your orders. And someone tie up that dwarf... I know exactly
how to deal with him when he wakes."
Mikon doubles over and vomits noisily.
As several adventurers pull out some lengths of rope and manacles,
Scii-tavakis continues her tale, if a bit more unsteady than earlier. Holding
your mug by the rim and giving it a little shake, you attract the attention of
Shara herself, who sighs as she fills it to the rim with that bubbling obsidian
brew. This vintage is a bit sweeter than you remembered.
"With- with care the Nameless One entered the darkened hall, the ancient
ways had been hewn by a master. But while the brick was newer than the
city before, the path was caked with the dust of time, spans of time and seas
and mountains of dust deep and high enough to bury the Pristine Tower
itself..."
Chapter 38
The chill air of this chamber pricked my skin. It wasn't merely the way the
massive crypt seemed to draw the heat from my flesh, sucking the warmth
from my bones. Nor was it merely the blue tiles that cracked like ice under
my step. It was something the soulless chill of things best left forgotten,
ancient secrets buried away because they were too grim or mad to behold.
Across the way and through the arch was a central chamber with a blocky
gray sarcophagus at its heart. This was a tomb, for who or what I felt like I
should've known.
I gulped upon seeing the skeleton at the side of the entrance. Apparently
very few make it very far.
Each sound I made echoed through the vast chamber, rippling the air in
razor-edged crescendos that signaled how utterly huge this place was. It was
as if a worm had hollowed out a space in the core of Sigil itself, and left it
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