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

out a bottle of cheap wine, guzzling down a third of the stuff before looking
back to me, "First off, so you don't get any ideas in your head, the curse on
that box only affects the current owner of the box and to be the owner of
the box you have to willingly take possession of it."
Sigh. "There goes the idea of just leaving the box for someone else to find...
so, what's in the box?"
"Now that is a good question. That box has been around the Hive since
anyone can remember. There are many rumors flying about. As you can
imagine, over time the truth has been warped a little bit further with each
retelling of the story," by the hint of vinegar in his breath as Brasken loomed
over me, it seemed as if the wine was beginning to turn. He took another
good swill, however, not quite caring if he was downing something more
suitable for salad dressing.
"Go on."
"I've heard many a story about that box, and they all seem to have a
recurring theme. The name given that that foul thing is 'Moridor's Box,' and
the owner of the box will die should he or anyone else open it. As to the
contents, who knows? Some say it's an ancient dragon, while others say it's
the evil soul of Moridor himself. I cannot tell for sure, but just by looking at
it any soul can tell it's something evil and one would have to be a fool to
open it."
"What am I supposed to do with it?"
He shrugged, and looking at the empty bottle he seemed to ponder whether
to shatter it against the wall like some wifebeating drunkard just for kicks. "I
would suggest you go see Shilandra. She lives in the northeastern region of
the Hive. It was from her that I 'won' the box. Who knows, maybe she will
have more knowledge of what do with it. Or you can find some other
clueless berk to take it off your hands. It's up to you. I wish you luck."
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I'd had enough of running around the damn Hive.
Shilandra's home was a tall, slim tower wedged into the northwestern
corner of the Hive, built right against the wall that encircled the Mortuary.
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