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

"Yeah, I know about the Litany of Curses, Morte - I'm more curious about
what you got while you were down there."
"Well, I made some friends when I was sitting on the shelf in Lothar's
waiting for you to bail me out - thanks for taking your sweet time about it,
by the way - they said if I needed any help, I could just call on them."
"Friends? What do you mean?"
"Well, I just whistle, and they kind of show up. They're a good bunch of
bashers - bite like snakes, too."
It sounded useful.
"Well," I said awkwardly as I turned to our resident tiefling, "I know you
didn't have to stay with us until we got Morte back... thanks."
Annah's blood-black lips curled and she rolled her eyes. "Ach, yeh put me
through skillet an' fire and have chats with bashers best left buried. Ye've
got th' Lady's shadow on yeh, ye do," her expression softened, "But... I guess
that's why I couldn't leave yeh a blade down. Idjit like yeh would get killed
twelve times o'er without a skilled aul sneak at hand, aye?"
Escorting Annah back to the Buried Village was the least I could do. Any
other girl like her would've spat in my face at the offer, but when we walked
together back to the Hive, she didn't complain.
"Annah... didn't I meet you in the Hive, before I found Pharod?"
She nodded, a little warily. Her tail flicked. "Aye, yeh did -- I haven't forgot
yeh."
"What were you doing by the Mortuary?"
"It's me territory - I was lookin' for deaders, I was." She looked me up and
down, then smirked. "Found a walkin' one, I did."
"When I asked about Pharod, you told me he was south and west of the
Mortuary - when he wasn't," my lip curled wryly, "It was a nest full of
cutthroats."
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