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

Chapter 46
Chaos.
It was something every githzerai lived with, what every Zerth stood against.
Roiling, formless matter without, steel-cored essence within. United yet
sovereign, ordered in the heart of disorder... paradox was the bread and
water of the githzerai. Yet the alien angles and alleys of Sigil held a madness
of their own, one that Dak'kon had yet to become accustomed to.
It had been so long since he set out on his own that he had nearly forgotten
the unbearable weight of his burden, and for a while the clanging iron bands
of a long-forgotten vow were a dim whisper in the back of his mind. How
things had changed... how old aches returned fresh and burning anew.
Dak'kon looked down at his hands: they were wrinkled and worn rough by
the sands of time, but already he could feel new blood pulse through his
veins. Something was different about this life. Something different about
this Nameless One.
Dak'kon looked up, surprised at where his footsteps had taken him.
"Pawnshop," the sign said, scrawled in a desperate hand. The wood was
weathered and pitted with age, uncared for and forgotten.
This was troubling. The last time he had allowed his mind to wander so it
had led to disaster.
Yet with a heavy sigh the old Zerth entered, a speck swept by the currents of
Limbo. He would save his strength to fight its shifting pull elsewhere.
The shop was haphazardly arranged. Useless trinkets and esoteric goods
weighed the shelves down until they creaked. While they had been dusted
and cleaned with a meticulous hand, the items sat inert on the shelves. Only
one bored patron browsed the merchandise, and merely with a casual eye.
Without him, the shop would've seemed fully becalmed.
A rotund woman, complete with shrewish eyes and a nasal voice brayed out
as Dak'kon entered, "Now what have we here? A customer? Do mine eyes
spy a customer?" Her voice was pitched and needy, and Dak'kon suppressed
the sudden urge to step back lest she start pinching his armor and dragging
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