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

"Very well. Fell, what of the tattoos on the arm?"
Fell examined the arm again, tracing the other faded tattoos upon its
surface. As he did, they each appeared as a symbol above his head, hazy at
first, then coming into focus sharply. He turned to face me.
~~~~~
"So where's the place where you found my body?" I asked Annah as we left
Fell's parlor.
She pointed down the street, "The spot where I found yer body lies behind
the Painted Door in the Hive Red-Light District - the door's on that northern
street, north and east o' the Smoldering Corpse Bar. Beyond the door is an
alley where I found your body. Strange place, it is. Not many berks'll go
there."
"Strange place? How?"
"Some berks with less courage than names say it's all a-haunted, it is."
Annah spat and made a semi-circle over her heart. "It's wash. Sometimes
the wind blows through the alley and makes weird sighing noises, but that
don't mean there's spectres and haunts and the like."
Dak'kon's coal-black eyes stared off into the distance, "Perhaps they are the
whispers of lamentation, from a city that does not know itself."
Morte bobbed in a nod, "Mmm. Sigil's a pretty barmy place, and it's
probably more alive than you might think. Spooks aren't anything special, of
course, but I don't think I'd like to run into a spook from a dead piece of Sigil
itself." He shuddered.
Annah shifted a bit uncomfortably at their words, but said nothing. I turned
to face her, "Annah, did you find anything on my body before you brought it
to the Mortuary?"
She looked at me warily, and her tail stopped flicking for a moment, then
resumed, slower than before. "Aye, mayhap I found somethin'. But if I found
anythin', it's mine by right, it is -- the other bits are in Pharod's keeping."
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