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

Village dwellers can help to extend the reach of Lothar and Many-As-One.
All benefit, yes? Now... what is your purpose here?"
"We're on a quest for Lothar. He needs a skull retrieved."
The rat-man ducked his head at the mention of Lothar and hissed at us.
"Send a hairless one to do the job of the Kin? Impossible!"
I shrugged, "Nonetheless."
Mantuok hissed at me again. "Begone, then, and return when the skull is in
your hands." He paused and looked at me suspiciously. I could feel his
simmering hatred burning into my back.
I never thought I'd have to crawl through this dank maze again. At least I had
someone to fill the silence other than Morte and his yammering.
"So, Annah. Tell me a little bit about Pharod."
"Ol' stutter-crutch? He's me Da... well, not me real Da. He found me when I
was a wee girl..." Annah shrugged. "'Ee needed a Collector to crawl inta
places the rest of his fat gullies couldn't squirm, so he took me under his
crutch."
I nodded, "I didn't think you and him looked much alike, anyway."
Annah's eyes narrowed, and her tail began to lash back and forth, stirring up
small clouds of grave-dust. "And what do yeh mean by that, then?"
"I meant that he doesn't look much like a tiefling."
"Aye, he doesn't... and if yeh knew one thing about tieflings other than what
yeh'd heard from any half-grinnin' Hiver on the street, yeh'd have the sense
to know that none of us tieflings look a-like, jig?" She shook her head. "No
hope for yeh, that's for dead-sure."
"I didn't mean that as an insult. You both look so different. I mean
Pharod's... so... Pharod, and you're not."
"Oh, now what coulda tipped yeh off to that? My hair? Me skin? I can't think
of anything else..." Annah slapped herself lightly on the forehead, then
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