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is physical, and not all emotions mental. Those are sensations I do not care
to duplicate."
"I'm sorry..."
She sighed, "Well, it's quite all right. I've gotten accustomed to it over the
years."
"Well, I do have the skull Lothar wanted. If you would please indulge my
curiosity..."
She paused a moment, but continued with a slow, careful tone, as if trying
to savor the experience of speaking to me, "It's a long story that has to do
with Ravel Puzzlewell, the night hag. Would you like to hear the whole
story?"
"Yes."
"Very well. I was working in the Civic Festhall - the headquarters of the
Sensates - in the sensoriums. Ravel Puzzlewell, may the powers curse her
black soul, had been coming there to find answers to riddles she had
encountered. She was a masterful solver of puzzles - those that left our best
minds baffled were but gauze to the force of her reason - yet she had found
difficulties that required outside answers. I heard that she was there to
unlock the secrets of Sigil itself.
"Horribly ugly, she was, taking no pains to use her magic to disguise her
form - as I've heard she does, or rather DID, from time to time - and that
fiendish exterior frightened off many a potential factioneer. Still, I had to ask
her what she was about, and whether she could teach me what she knew."
"That sounds like it could have been a mistake."
"It was. She offered me a bargain, for she dwelt and dealt in riddles. If she
were to answer my question, I must agree to answer one of hers. If I missed
the answer, my life was hers. I agreed. She told me she intended to unlock
the puzzle of the Cage, to open it to all who wished to enter - powers,
fiends, celestials, modrons, and slaadi, not to mention any inner-planar
beings who chose to come along. The most important part to her was that
all should know that the mystery that had baffled them for so long was
unraveled by Ravel.
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