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

"Failed, failed..." Reekwind broke wind again, as if to accentuate the failure
of the wizards. "Ignus lived, Ignus lived, only slept, blanket of flames, flames,
turned in his sleep as he burned, never happier, never happier..." He shut his
eyes, wrapped his arms around himself and turned slowly. "Burning...
ever-burning..." His eyes suddenly snapped open. "One day he will wake,
and then, then the Planes shall burn!"
I rubbed my chin, pondering a moment before I spoke. "I want to hear the
story of the man who came to this city without name or memory and spoke
with the cursed story-teller who warned him of the danger of names."
Reekwind stopped twitching and scratching for a moment, and stared at me.
"That tale... that tale costs nothing, for it is worth nothing, and it is worth
noting that it would be a sad tale indeed."
"Nevertheless, I would hear it."
"Where would such a tale begin...?" Reekwind grunted, then gave a reeking
wheeze that made my eyes tear up. He seemed to be thinking.
"Phaugh!" Annah choked, taking a few steps back, "An' I never thought the
air o' this city could get any fouler!"
I crossed my arms, gave Annah a glance, and turned back to Reekwind, "It
would begin with a man waking up in the Mortuary, believed dead, but in
truth, only his memories are dead."
Reekwind nodded, then studied me and started scratching himself violently,
as if to give himself scars. "Dead, but not dead... no memories, no
memories, no name..."
"He escapes the Mortuary, enters the Hive, and speaks to a man who let his
true name slip once and has regretted it."
Reekwind seemed hypnotized by my words. "Yes, yes, much danger in
naming... perhaps..." He paused. "Perhaps the man to whom the nameless
one speaks is a warning to the danger of names." He seemed to chew this
over. "Perhaps he who has forgotten his name is better off...?"
"Is he?" I glanced at Dak'kon, and he shook his head solemnly. Morte cocked
as if in a shrug, and Annah rolled here eyes with a lily-white hand over her
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