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

"Yes. I hope that by learning the art of language and its subtleties that the
patrons and the students here may learn more about themselves. One is
only as limited as their command of the language. To be able to employ
language to evoke emotions in others is a tremendous skill."
"Interesting philosophy. Could I join the Sensates?"
She smiled. "To join the Sensates, one needs only be a student of life."
"I meant I was interested in joining their faction." That itch pricked the back
of my skull again. Something was hauntingly familiar about the philosophy...
taste, touch, smell, hear, feel... if the sensation could trigger a memory, then
it made sense that I would have to work my way into the faction somehow.
"Of course... forgive my teasing." Grace nodded. "If you wish to join the
Sensates, I would inquire at the Civic Festhall. Someone there should be able
to help you."
"If I may ask, Lady Grace, the wings on your back... you are not human, I
take it?"
"She's one o' the fiends," Annah spat. I've heard her curse and snap, but
never with so much vitriol dripping from her voice, "one o' the succubi, she
is. She'll take yer measure, then she'll take yer soul to the Lower Planes, so's
she will."
"Your companion is correct. I am a lesser tanar'ri, more specifically, a
succubus." Grace gave a soft sigh. "I'm afraid we're a little too common in
the Lower Planes and elsewhere for our own good. Most of my race spend
their time seducing mortals with various pleasures of the flesh."
"And you...?"
Grace's reply was unperturbed, "I'd like to think that I have distanced myself
from that... it is ultimately a trivial and non-productive way for one to spend
one's time here in the multiverse. There is much more to life, wouldn't you
agree?" The soft smile returned.
"Have you ever heard of a night hag named Ravel?"
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