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

"What are you doing in here?"
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm hiding. I came in here looking for...
food." Yet I noticed that as she spoke, her right hand moved instinctively to
the pouch at her waist. "Only the barking idiots in the next room showed up
and decided to throw a party on the front doorstep. Now I'm trapped in
here and can't get out."
"You're looking for food, eh? What's in the pouch?" I said, pointing to her
belt.
She seemed about to respond, but stopped herself short. She eyed me for a
moment, then shrugged her shoulders. "Alright, alright... so I'm a thief. A
girl's got to earn a living somehow. What's it to you anyway? You're
obviously not Harmonium, and you're definitely not with the savages in
there." Sybil looked over my shoulder, "Well... hello, Annah."
I looked behind me, and for a moment I couldn't spot her. Annah had
slipped into the shadows as we were speaking. I'd had no idea she was
hiding as well.
Her black-red lips twisted into a sneer, "Well, I can't say I expected t' see yeh
here. But t' get trapped like a Lim-Lim in a wet sack, that's ol' Sybil for yeh,
aye?"
"Hmph. Well, with your bumbling about you would've given up at the front
door. Then gone off to scavenge more deaders, perhaps?"
Annah hissed, "At least I can fight me way out, yeh alley rat!"
"Oh of course. Brawling like a drunkard was always your style, wasn't it? No
need for grace, or sly ghosting about," Sybil smiled, "Nothing better than a
thief that's hammer-sharp and just as quiet, eh? And one that can only
handle marks that're cold, stiff and ready for the slab."
A muscle in Annah's cheek twitched, and for a moment I was sure they were
going to come to blows. Instead, Annah stabbed a finger at Sybil, "I can
handle yeh just fine, if that be an offer!"
"You know, girls," Morte whispered, "as arousing as this little row is, we're
still in a haven full of lunatics."
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