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

people. But not mages." She paused.
"You, uh... really like to talk, don't you?"
She shuffled her feet and looked embarrassed. "I, uh... Well... I've been told
that I probably talk a bit too much and, well... People tend to avoid me...
and I don't really have any friends or male friends courting me... sometimes I
get lonely..." Her voice became lower and lower until she was finally silent.
She stared at the ground at her feet.
I smiled, "I don't think you're a bad person, Karina. I happen to like you."
Annah rolled her eyes and huffed.
She gave me a hopeful look. "Really? Thank you so much... I don't know your
name."
I smiled as I lied through my teeth, "I'm Adahn."
She smiled back. "Thank you, Adahn. It's nice to know I have a friend."
"All righ', if yeh be wantin' ta look for th' skull we'd best be quick about
this," Annah said, annoyed.
Annah followed her own advice and kept her fingers clean as we shopped. A
few fancy spells caught my eye.
The large, blustery merchant tapped the glass counter and smiled at me. He
was totally hairless, and his pale yellow skin was scarred as if from burns.
"Greetin's. I'm Cinder. I heard aboutcha'. Ye be the scarred Clueless fella
that be goin' around the Wards askin' questions."
"You look like you have a few scars yourself."
He frowned then began to laugh, "Aye, that I do. Few years' back I had me a
kip set up in the Hive. Some barmy mage decided ta burn the ward right out
o' Sigil. Almost took me with it. Sick fer a month, I was."
Ignus. For a moment I stood a little confused, and mulled over the span of
time, "A month? That's not all that long."
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