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

whip of a slim milk-white tail, and the motion of struggling limbs.
The third was hearing, and in a flash the sound of a dozen obscenities that
would put Morte to shame burned my ears.
"Oi! Let go o' me ye pikin' slaad-skinned gith! Gettoff if ye wan' t' keep yer
shriveled yellow-skinned stones!" Annah snarled.
I gurgled, my throat once again clotted with blood, "Urghlll." Annah yelped
in shock and finally held still, and was thankfully quiet.
I coughed to clear the junk from my mouth and shifted to roll over.
Stumbling to my feet I leaned against a wall, giving Annah a good,
chastening look though I probably ended up looking more petulant than
authoritative.
"He lives again. Did I not tell the truth?" Dak'kon murmured.
Annah's tail ceased its twitching, and Dak'kon released her wrists, confident
that she would not be fleeing now.
"Like I was saying..." I coughed again, "Nice form."
A muscle in Annah's cheek twitched, and her eyes bored into mine. With the
way her tail moved she looked much like a cat trying to tease out whether I
was predator or prey.
Her eyes slid over me, sharp and keen as a razor's edge, and clicking her
tongue she pulled the gem out from a small nook in her armor, "Fine yeh
sod. If it'll satisfy yeh, take it and we'll be done." There was an edge of fear
in her voice when she spoke, as if she had found herself unwittingly dealing
with a devil.
I held the ruby up in my hand. It was a glorious shade of rose, and it glinted
pure and clean even in Sigil's smog-fouled daylight. I looked back at her,
"The gem is a small matter, actually-"
"GHCK!" Morte's eyes widened.
"I really just need to pick up a few more protective wards, some new
weapons, and we'll go to the hidden alley where you found my body. You
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