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

"Why do you disturb my rest? There has been so much happening of late,
and while I welcome the sensation, I must confess to desiring the sense of
quiet."
"Tell me about yourself."
"I am... I was... Ocean-before-the-Storm, a Sensate. Now, alas, I am merely
decoration."
Something itched at the back of my mind at the word. "A Sensate? What's
that?"
"A Sensate is a member of the Society of Sensation - one of the factions of
Sigil, located in the Civic Festhall in the Clerk's Ward - which holds that the
universe can be understood and manipulated only through the senses, and
therefore we should accumulate as many varied experiences as possible. I
believe I've reached the quota on sitting on a dusty shelf - my boredom
threshold is low."
"Can I do anything for you?" I asked with a touch of sympathy.
"No, but you're kind to ask. Once I threw myself off the shelf and shattered.
Next thing I knew, I was back on the shelf and we were all glued here. When
Lothar tires of me, he'll dispose of me."
"I know the feeling. Well, of the first thing I mean. What are you doing
here?"
She sighed, "Why, I sit on the shelf and gather dust until one of Lothar's rat
minions takes it into his head that I need brushing. I answer questions for
Lothar, and... that is the extent of this miserable existence."
"No, I meant, 'How did you get here?'"
"It's a long story, and I'm not supposed to say anything to you about it until
you've completed a task for Lothar."
"What could he possibly do to you?"
The skull stared at me, and I got the impression it was shivering. "There's a
remarkable amount of pain one can feel without nerve endings. Not all pain
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