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

"I am familiar with the name." Fall-From-Grace paused and thought for a
moment. "Rumors cluster thickly about that name, and most tend to
discount her as myth, but I suspect that she did exist and that she made
quite an impression in the Cage during her stay here. Why do you ask?"
"I intend to seek her out."
She raised an eyebrow. "Truly? I find myself compelled to ask why."
"I need information that she has."
"Is this information available from no one else?"
I nodded soberly. It was such a simple thing to say... but chasing down a
myth would be much harder than digging my way into Pharod's nest. "I
suspect that only Ravel possesses the knowledge I need."
Fall-From-Grace rested her hand lightly on my arm. "Consider this - if Ravel
does indeed exist, then she is extremely powerful and cunning. If a fraction
of the stories of her activities are true, then she is a creature that has
discovered new meanings of evil. To search for her is not a quest to be
undertaken lightly."
"I realize that," I said flippantly, still naive of how black a hag's soul could be,
"Do you know anything else about Ravel?"
"She was said to be one of the hags of the Gray Waste, and that she was
believed to possess powers and a cunning far beyond those of her sisters.
She came to Sigil long ago, and in addition to the evils she committed during
her stay, rumor has it that her actions threatened the Cage itself. Now she
primarily exists only as fiction, a figure in children's stories." Grace paused. "I
imagine the Lady of Pain dealt with her as all threats to Sigil are dealt with."
"What is the Gray Waste?"
"A blighted plane that lies effectively 'between' Baator and the Abyss. It is
frequently a battleground in the Blood War," her expression warmed again
as she sat down, gesturing for me to do the same. The cushions were firm, a
little too much to fall asleep or even nap properly, but the curves were
comfortable against my back. "I must say, this is indeed an intruiging
conversation," her's lips curved into a rosy smile, "Perhaps you would like
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