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

If Annah had learned anything in Sigil, it was that there was no mercy in the
Planes. A sod could be cut open and left bleeding in the street without
anyone batting an eye. Children could be left to prowl hungry and alone,
living only by what they could scrounge or steal. Those brave, daft, or
desperate enough made their jink on their backs, smiling against the stink of
sweat and unwashed sheets.
Aye, kindness was a rarity in the Planes... the Mercykillers saw to that for
those who escaped the relentless grinding of sorrow's millstone. If the fear
of death didn't teach this piking bright-eyed sod that, there were plenty of
other harsh lessons for him to face.
A snip of a string and a patron's purse fell into her palm. The marks were
fatter here, though with the prowling Harmonium the dangers were greater.
Still, Annah knew a good opportunity when she saw one, and the crowd was
too preoccupied with the slave auction to really notice her slinking about.
Might as well pull some coin while she gathered information.
"Annah?"
The tiefling spun around at the sound of her name. Her tail flicked, and in a
foolish instant she had nearly reached for her punch-daggers when she
recognized the voice.
"...Trist? Is that yeh?" Annah's heart skipped a beat at the sound of clinking
chains.
A young woman stood in a cage in the middle of the square, tossed amongst
a grimy and sullen-faced group of inmates - no doubt bound for the slave
auction. Recognizing Annah, the young woman nodded, dew-eyed and
cheeks pink with shame as she looked down at her old friend.
"Yeh stupid girl!" Annah hissed, "What've yeh done now? Yeh were
supposed to escape this sort 'o life!"
Her old childhood friend glanced at the guards, and seeing them nod their
assent she knelt on the edge of the podium, "It wasn't my fault, Annah! I did
everything right- everything! I married, we had a home and enough money
to buy our way into the upper wards. I swear, Annah... it was a fine life!"
"Then what are yeh doin here?" Annah's fists tightened. The memories were
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