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

a gentleman..."
He glanced at me, then back at Karina. "Excuse me a moment, citizen." He
stepped around me and headed towards Karina.
When Corvus returned he was smiling brightly. "Thank you, friend. A
wonderful young lady..." He looked a little glassy-eyed.
I chuckled, my mood brightened, "Anytime, Corvus."
Of course, my mood didn't last when I stepped outside.
The air of the Lower Ward, though clear of the smell of garbage and rank,
unwashed bodies, had a foulness to it that grew strong the deeper we went.
While the edges of the ward were bearable, the monolithic Great Foundry
squatted in the center, belching metallic fumes into the sky. The streets
were pitted with the acid rain that fell, the walls of the buildings looked as if
they had their surfaces peeled away. It seemed as if even the Razorvine
struggled to grow here, though perhaps it was due to more diligent weeding
by the locals.
The mark of the Foundry lay heaviest on the people. Yellow-skinned as a
githzerai, no few of them were emaciated, or coughing into rags thanks to
the slow poison being fed into their bodies with each breath. Such was the
price of being a craftsman and enjoying the scant luxuries offered, and the
peace that the Harmonium brought.
And then I saw her. Standing in the shadow of the large gate that
surrounded the Great Foundry was a sickly githzerai woman. She was
hunched and bent, and her constant coughing was obviously a source of
pain to her - she held a handkerchief that was practically soaking with blood,
tissue, and phlegm to her face. She spied us and hissed.
"Greetings."
She stared at me, and spoke a few mumbled words to Dak'kon.
Dak'kon glanced at me, "She cannot understand your speech. She says she is
dying."
I reached into my coin pouch. There wasn't much left after purchasing those
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