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

puddles on the bottom of a riverbed. The bare red clay had been revealed
by years of acidic rain and heavy footsteps. While this ward may have been
luxurious once, it, too lay in disrepair and ruin.
"So... what can you tell me about the githyanki? I've never heard of them
before. Are you bretheren to the githzerai?"
Yi'minn paused a moment, glancing back to me out of the corner of his eye.
The air was pregnant with an awkward tension, and my mouth dried a little.
"In... a manner of speaking..." his lip curled into a half-grimace.
I sighed in relief. "So... where are we headed? If there's a bar nearby
perhaps I could buy you a drink."
Yi'minn shook his head, "No. Such business is best done away from prying
eyes and ears. After, perhaps, or when I return with our catch."
I remained silent the rest of the way. We passed a couple of buildings, down
one block, and turned into a dim corner of the ward. Yi'minn turned to face
me as we stood near a collection of ancient barrels, shaded by the tight
confines.
To my right, another gaunt, yellow-faced githzerai stepped from the
shadows, clad in garish orange and clinking with chains and jewels.
To my left, another stood. In his hand he held an unsheathed dagger, its
blade gnarled and twisted. No doubt the wounds that weapon caused would
be grievous indeed.
Slowly more of Yi'minn's companions filtered in, long-fanged and garishly
clad. They held themselves with a warrior's confidence, eyes narrowed to
slits and slitlike noses curled as if something malodorous stood beneath
them.
As for Yi'minn... the githyanki's mood had turned into something much more
ugly than its previous arrogance. "Now, human, drop your painted shield
and tell us what you have said and done for the githzerai dogs within Sigil's
walls."
I looked at the small crowd surrounding me. These weren't the average Hive
alley rats that I had disposed of so easily. Their stances were heavy with the
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