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

Lothar looked me over, then cocked his head as if it were a simpleton's
question, "Your mortality - your soul, if you will, that which allows you to
live and die - is gone from you. It was stripped from you by magical means,
by the night hag Ravel Puzzlewell. Your mortality is the key to your existence
- when you find it, you will find your answers."
"I've heard a little about her. Tell me about Ravel."
"Ravel Puzzlewell is an enigma, even among the night hags. Some would call
her barmy; others say she plays a deeper game than any can see through.
She is evil, through and through, making the fiends you'll see in the area
seem positively divine when compared to her," he said this plain-faced, as if
he didn't notice the irony, "She is out of the reach of men now, thank the
powers, for she was mazed by the Lady of Pain."
I blinked. This... was going to be difficult. "Mazed? How do I find her?"
"Mazes are like pocket dimensions... small places between places. To reach
one, you need to find a portal and a key. I do not know where the door or
the key are. Perhaps you should seek some of your old acquaintances - you
have certainly left a trail of them behind. They will find you, no doubt - pray
they mean you well. Perhaps you should visit the Civic Festhall - they have
many answers there."
"What did she do?"
Lothar sighed and stared past me, resting his head on a knuckle. He spoke
with casual authority about this Ravel, as if she was once an old
acquaintance, perhaps a rival, "She was a maker of toys and puzzles, a solver
of problems that didn't need solving. She decided that Sigil, the Cage, was
the largest puzzlebox of all, and set herself to undo it - to let in the armies of
fiends at her disposal, no doubt, to upset the balance of the city and turn
the entire burg into a charnel house. Pray to any power you hold dear with
thanks she did not succeed."
When I was satisfied with my answers, I returned to the parlor and made my
way up that grim ladder. It was good to see color again, the splash of
multihued light dappling the floor. I turned my back on Lothar's parlor,
leaving that abominable world behind as we left.
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