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

Chapter 39
I left the Dead Nations happily, eager to taste the foul air of Sigil once again.
At the portal, however, I passed by that corpse once again. The sandy-haired
Collector was covered with nasty bites, and still the dead man's neck
writhed, as if it were trying to twist itself off his body. He spoke with an
effort, but thanks to the Stories-Bones-Tell that I had learned from Stale
Mary I could understand him with perfect clarity. "Hey... I'm Chad... need
your help..."
I squatted next to him, "What's wrong with you?"
"See... this... neck?" It was stretching like taffy and contracting. "Damn
vargouille bit me. I'm dead, and... I need to hold my head on if I don't want
to be... one of those damnable... things. You gotta kill the vargouilles down
this passage... all of 'em... t'save me from that."
I nodded. I had worried about this very fate the first time I learned of the
vargouille's terrible bite. "You got it."
"In return... I'll give you ... directions to... a powerful magic item... deadsight
tells me... you might need it..."
"What is it?"
"Find it and... then I tell you. Not before."
I had faced hordes of the things already, fought giant sewer lizards in the
dank tunnels of the Drowned Nations. I had been threatened by slavering
ghouls, had hacked apart a wererat in these tunnels. Slaying a small swarm
of vargouilles was a simple affair. They were little more than flying rats to
me now.
When I returned I noticed Chad's neck was better... it no longer bulged out
as if it wanted to separate from the torso. "Thanks, friend... at least now I
know I ain't going to be a vargouille for eternity... You want your reward
now?"
"Tell me."
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