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

Chapter 43
We entered a small room. I saw a slender tiefling girl standing with her back
to me. I noticed that both her hands and the upended table in front of her
were smeared with a fresh coat of what appeared to be pink paint. She
seemed oblivious to my approach.
I greeted her. At the sound of my voice, the girl turned her head to regard
me. Her face, though somewhat dirty and spattered with drops of pink, was
strikingly beautiful. She flashed me a wide, mischievous smile, then returned
her attention to the makeshift canvas.
I tried to talk to her, but the tiefling girl seemed totally immersed in her
artwork. She ignored me entirely.
From this room a short hall opened, with doors on both sides. There was
another inhabitant in the hall, and I figured his reaction was likely to prove
more typical, as he attacked. He was quickly dispatched, being so foolish as
to face four to one odds.
The lingering residue of energy crackled through my fingertips as I looked
down at his corpse in sad satisfaction. The hole in his chest trailed smoke,
and his eyes were still wide and bright with madness.
These Xaositects really were as barmy as they come. When they weren't
trying to paint me with a blade, they were speaking utter nonsense.
In one room I stumbled across an aging man dressed in tattered rags. As I
drew nearer, I discovered that he was missing both of his eyes. The scarred
tissue of his eyelids had receded into his empty sockets, giving his features
the macabre appearance of a decaying skull.
"Greetings."
The old man turned in my general direction, his arms outstretched as if
feeling for me. "Darkness who be in voice? The friend words I'll speak of you
and call chaos."
"Speak the words of chaos and you'll call me friend? Is this jumbled up
scramblespeak really necessary?"
"Ugh, it's just a barmy old Chaosman," Morte grunted, "Pike it, just leave
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