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

weight of decades, razor-honed with practice. Silently I cursed myself for my
naivete. "Weren't... weren't we going to go look for my memories?"
"The only way you shall travel to the Astral Plane is in chains, human," one
behind me hissed in disgust, "You have one more chance to tell us what you
have said and done for the githzerai within Sigil's walls."
"I- we merely relieved a githzerai's woman's pain."
Yi'minn's voice was cold and iron-hard. "You lie like a githzerai dog, human.
You are their quisling and their leech. We will do you a favor by killing you."
He drew his weapon.
Well, I could've used a little rest.
Yi'minn's blade slashed across my throat and I fell to the ground bleeding.
My tongue writhed as I tried to gag, each pulse flooding the cobblestones
with another spurt of blood. I lay there, mouth working like that of a dying
fish's, and as my twitchings slowed the gang stood over me and began to
speak again. "Did he truly know nothing, Al-midil?"
"His words were those of an enemy of the people. Even were that not true,
we have cauterized his ignorance with death's iron."
My eyes rolled upwards to gaze at a githyanki female who nodded in
agreement, "Let us leave him here for the Collectors to scavenge. We have
gathered enough information on the githzerai dogs for this trip. They shall
lose another fortress before the sevenday is out."
Yi'minn spoke again, his tone final, "The walls of Vristigor shall fall."
"If you believe our knowledge is sufficient, then we shall go. Gather our
warriors and let us join our war party in Limbo."
That was the last I heard before the darkness took me in once again.
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