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

"You sound like a paranoid bunch," I replied dryly.
"If a society you belonged to thrived on intrigue, infiltration, and the hatred
of the established power-mongers, you'd be careful too. It's not paranoia
when they really are out to get you. In our line of belief, someone involved
in a triple-cross is an amateur."
"You mentioned you saw me once. In Curst."
"Hmm? Oh, that. Yes. Long, long ago. I remember someone painted with
ugly and scars."
"What was I doing there?"
"What were you doing there?" the skull chuckled, "You were babbling
something about some berk trying to kill you and wandering into all the
wrong places. Well, you were obviously barmy and all, so me and some of
my friends rolled you. Stuck a shiv in you and divvied up your stuff. It was
right after that that I was betrayed, but not before I hid some of that stuff."
It was hard to be angry over a crime against me that occured centuries ago,
to another incarnation. All I felt was a vague sense of unrest over knowing
only those scant details.
"Well where's my stuff then?"
"I ain't telling," the skull said petulantly, "Maybe someday I'll get a body
back and go for it myself, and maybe I won't, but right now it gives me great
joy to see you wondering. Good luck finding it."
"Damn."
"Ah, don't let him get to you. The useless sod never achieved anything in life
and now he's just trying to get under your skin," came another voice. The
skull rested on an adjacent shelf, and it had a deep voice and a jocular tone,
"Greetings. I am Stern, one of the great practitioners of personal peace
through intensive redirection of hostilities."
"You mean you're a wizard, an assassin, and a poisoner," the first skull
hissed.
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