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

Here are the papers you want, sir! Thank you! What else can I do for you?"
With that another imp flew by, dropping a scroll on the counter as I rifled
through the coins.
Dak'kon unraveled it for me and read. "This..." he sounded satisfied, "is an
invoice that confirms Trist's tale... the loan was paid in full."
Annah snatched it from Dak'kon's slim hands, "Aye? Aye, 'tis! Ach, we need
ta get this t' the auction quick as can be."
I nodded then turned to the head, "But first, I was also told to tell you that I
gave Pikit the laugh."
"I certainly hope so, sir, whatever that means! I'm just a big dumb rock
head! Here are your papers, sir, and here! Thank you! What can I do for
you?"
I looked the floating head up and down, rubbing my chin in consideration. "I
don't suppose you'd be interested in joining our merry band?"
~~~~~
Deran's eyes flitted across the page. After a moment he sighed, then folded
the document and put it inside his shirt. He turned to Trist, who had been
nibbling on her fingernails the whole time. "It seems the courts owe you an
apology, Lady Trist. From this moment you are free and I will make all the
arrangements to have your status and property returned."
"Thank you, Deran."
"No, thank you," he smiled at me, "It's a rare individual who will do what
you have done. Now excuse me, I must speak with the magistrates.
Farewell."
With one delicate hand on her breast Trist sighed. Her eyes were dewy as
she took my hand, "You are my savior, cutter. I will forever be in your debt."
"I was happy to help you, Trist."
"Thank you all," Trist took a step as if she were about to embrace Annah, but
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