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

Interlude
"And that... is the end of my part of the telling," Scii-tavakis says with a bow.
With that she snaps the box shut, and the flow of runes vanishes.
There is no applause, no murmurs or cheers. The stark silence of the room is
all that greets her when she leaves the stage. Her leather armor creaks as
she moves, and the blunt end of her spear clacks against the stage as she
descends, melting back into the crowd.
"I do hope the next storyteller is not going to leave us hanging," Oudilin
urges, trying to fill the awkward silence with the strumming of his harp.
"Give it a moment," Scales-of-Three murmurs, coins clinking as he counts
them.
Like a pinprick the chatter begins, first as one voice, then as a handful. The
whole crowd begins its whispers over the story, correcting misheard details
or embellishing others. You sigh. With the drink that had been flowing and
the feckless nature of rumor and gossip, a thousand versions of the tale
would spread from the tavern when it is finished.
If it ever is finished.
Already you can see the patrons glancing at each other. They are restless,
and as that begins to build once again the tavern would be in trouble.
Tavern brawls in Sigil are neither small nor legendary, but rather, bloody,
and merciless. Doubly so in the Hive.
Mikon's nerves are shot. Two rounds of ale ago he had pulled out a pipe and
stuffed it full with dry leaf. Puffing away with a mug of beer in hand he had
abandoned all pretense of being on duty not out of laziness, but by the
simple sad fact that he was utterly helpless in the throng.
You check your pouch with a squeeze, satisfied that there should be enough
gold to cover your tab. Shara Six-Blades smiles as she offers to refill your
mug, pleased at all you'd been downing this whole time. The food is rich, the
snacks are salty and well-spiced, and as such it would have been impossible
for you to stop drinking now. That marilith's attitude is as matronly as they
come, but she would get a customer to drink himself stupid if he didn't
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