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

"Are yeh daft?!" Annah turned to me... and I suddenly realized she was
frightened. It was more than the edge of wariness she had around me.
Annah wasn't the type to become truly afraid. A childhood scraping a living
off of the streets of Sigil had hardened her to many things, but somehow,
the sight of Fell pierced her to the core of her soul. "Are yeh so pig-eager to
dance in the Lady's shadow yeh'll bandy words with this one?! Let's give this
place the laugh before we get penned in the dead-book!"
"What's the problem?"
"It's Fell." Annah threw a fearful glance at the Dabus. "Let's be away, aye?
No good'll come of being here, so it won't!"
"I'll ask again... what's the problem?"
"He's a dabus who's not a dabus, aye? He walks on the ground..." Annah's
voice dropped to a whisper, and she started trembling. "No more questions,
let's give this place the laugh, aye?"
"Annah, no harm will come to you while I'm here. Now tell me what's
wrong.'" My voice might've been more reassuring if it had less of that coarse
rumble to it.
Annah threw a frightened glance at Fell. "Fell's a dabus who angered Her.
It's said he's a dabus who isn't a dabus, and the time's close when the Lady's
gaze'll fall on him, so it will."
"'Her?' You mean the Lady of Pain?"
"Aye... and heed yer tongue." Annah made another semicircle in the air in
front of her as I mentioned the Lady's name. "The dabus work for the Lady,
an' she protects them... 'cept Fell." She shudders. "Let's be away, aye?"
I shook my head, "We need the supplies, and I have some important
questions for him."
Annah grabbed my arm. "Please, nay, nay! No good'll come of it -- anyone
speakin' ta Fell could draw the Lady's gaze. I donnae want t'die, I don't!" To
my surprise, Annah looked close to tears.
I placed my hand on hers softly even as she clutched hard enough for her
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