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

Mary nodded. "Y-y-yuh hhhuf uhhh kinnnd hhhuhhhrt."
It was such a simple solution standing right in front of me, but how could
Stale Mary have thought that I'd have been able to bear it? Did she think it
would've just been one more regret set atop the pile, one more scratch
along the pillar? We had limited options, truly. We could take one of the
lesser skulls and hope that Lothar finds it fitting somehow, or steal a choice
one from the Mortuary if we could somehow get past the guards. There was
murder, or... perhaps even switching out the Silent King's skull for another. I
cringed in disgust at the thoughts... so cold, calculating, and practical... they
floated through me as if they weren't my own.
"Suuughhhh..." Mary gurgled.
I blinked, "They- the ghouls. I thought they'd destroyed the body."
She shook her head, slowly, "Nnnh ulll. Hrrrgnnn uuuz zzz wrnnng. Nvhhh
hrnnn duhd nuuuhshngz."
"I-" I almost kicked myself for not thinking of it earlier, "I would be in your
debt if you could help me. I think Lothar may accept that as a solution."
Mary nodded, and trudged off to speak to the Triumverate.
Chapter 51
With Mary gone, there wasn’t a whole lot to do but sit and wait. We sat in
the same guest room/cell that where we had spent our time on the last visit.
My mind had been full of questions ever since we talked to Kii’na - questions
about Dak’kon’s past, and the weight of it which seemed to burden him
more and more.
"We need to talk."
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