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

parchment. It had taken several queries and a few dead ends trying to
untangle the conflicting nest of directions the Hivers had given me...
'southeastern section of the Hive' was a description that was next to useless.
The man looked annoyed as I approached, interrupting his work. "What is it
now? Can't you see I'm busy taking inventory? Go bother someone else."
"Are you Ku'atraa?"
He raised an eyebrow, "Well who wants t'know? If yer trying to worm your
way out of owing me money I'll remind you that Thog the Collector has a
two-for one special on kneecaps this week."
"I was told to deliver this box to you."
His eyes brightened, "Well, why didn't you say so in the first place? Let's see
what you got for me. I'm sure it'll need to be inventoried."
"Mar told me to give this to you," I reached into the rag-filled sack.
As I held the box out for him to take, Ku'atraa's expression turned from one
of interest to that of intense horror. The blood drained from his face, and his
lips trembled as he stumbled back. "No! Please... get it away from me!"
"I don't understand... why are you afraid of this box?"
"I said... g-get back! Death... evil... had to d-dupe Mar... couldn't take it any
more. Please... take to Brasken... lives southwest... Hive... me... noooooo!"
Apparently the sight of the box was just too much for him as he ran
screaming from the building.
"Wait! What am I supposed... to... do... with..."
I stood there dumbfounded and holding the creaky wooden box in my
hands.
Annah looked up to me from the corner of her eye and gave her tail a little
flick, "Idjit."
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'Lives southwest' wasn't a very good description either, but I with a little
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