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

Dak'kon's movements and ignored mine entirely. Dak'kon gave her a slight
bow, which she dismissed as well.
Her voice cracked like a whip as she snapped at Dak'kon, the words of the
githzerai tongue piercing like a dozen daggers. "Why do you insult the
Unbroken Circle of Zerthimon by continuing to wear it against your heart?
You are not numbered among the People, betrayer of Shrak'at'lor! The
Anarchs and the zerths have spoken and their words shall be obeyed. You
are not to speak your mind to me... or to any zerth."
Dak'kon bowed his head when he spoke, "Will you hear this human when he
speaks?"
Her nose wrinkled with her annoyed grimace, "His words carry the weight of
yours and have the shape of Limbo's form. I will not hear you, Dak'kon."
"He travels with me, Kii'na, disciple of Zerthimon. He comes to you to hear
the words of Zerthimon which you as a zerth must impart. Will you hear
him?" he pressed.
"The words of Zerthimon are not for the ears of a hu-man to be heard,"
Kii'na snapped, "Their minds are not as one, and they bring division
wherever they travel. This one wears a shirt of scars and blood, and he
travels with a traitor. Vilquar's heart beats within your chest if you ask if I
will hear him."
My eyes widened. Vilquar's heart? Dak'kon?
"Will you close your mind to his words? Know your words before you speak
your mind, Kii'na, zerth of Zerthimon."
"I will not hear him. He will hear me."
"That is sufficient." Dak'kon bowed.
The gith woman turned to me, her black pearl eyes glinted dangerously.
"You are not known to me, but your trappings speak ill of you, human. Your
body is a book written in scars and blood, and you walk in the shadow of a
pariah that claims to speak for Zerthimon himself. Speak your mind!"
I ignored the castigation and bowed in the hopes that I might calm her,
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