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

I leapt between the two, "Stop this! This is madness! Are you two going to
repeat the Pronouncement of the Two Skies?!"
Dak'kon spoke to me without breaking the gaze he held with Kii'na. "Hold
fast, and do not stand in the way of our blades."
"Dak'kon, I order you to stop this."
Dak'kon reluctantly lowered his blade, chastened. Kii'na stared at him
incredulously for a moment, and then a sharp grin split her features. "The
truth at last. Your mind is not divided. You are... a slave to this human. He
speaks with an Anarch's authority to you, and you listen."
"Your mind is cast in Gith's mold, Kii'na," he repeated quietly.
"I will not slay you like the dog you are. No... live, Dak'kon, traitor at
Shrak'at'lor. Live like our ancestors did under the heel of the illithid filth. I
pity you," she said coldly.
"Oh shut up, Kii'na!" I yelled. Several passerby had crowded around us by
now, whispering and eager to see some bloodshed or to witness the
Harmonium dragging off a couple of gith and a nameless burn victim, "We
came to you with open arms and all you can think of is to thrust a blade
between them?! We came to warn you about Vristigor!"
The humor melted from her face immediately, and Kii'na looked at me -
hard. "How did you, who walks in the shadow of a pariah, come to know
that name?"
"A group of githyanki are planning a raid on the fortress within the
sevenday... murmured the plot right over my bleeding body as I lay in the
streets when they thought I was dead. They are on their way there even
now."
I had never seen such a look of shock on a githzerai's face before. Abashed,
a pale orange blush rose to Kii'na's cheeks, and she stepped back, sheathing
her blade before she pressed her hands together and bowed deeply. "You...
speak the truth. I apologize, humbly, and seek your forgiveness, stranger.
Know... know you have my gratitude... you and this zerth. Know this shall
not be forgotten." She turned to Dak'kon, and this time regret sheathed that
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