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

"Ye'd best latch yer bone-box, skull, or I'll rattle yeh so hard they'll be pickin'
yer teeth off the spire --!"
"Travel with you?" Grace smiled slightly. She seemed to be ignoring my
companions. "That's rather forward of you."
I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks... I had extended the invitation on a
whim, blurting it out like an eager-to-please boy. "I'd rather be honest with
my intentions. You seem extremely pleasant and well-versed in the ways of
the Planes. A companion with that kind of knowledge would be welcome."
"Hey, wait just a minute!" Morte protested, "I'm the one well-versed in the
Planes! That's my job, chief!"
I grinned, "Having two people knowledgeable about the Planes in our band
seems pretty smart to me. Besides, I said, 'pleasant,' too, Morte."
"Pleasant on the eyes, maybe! Looks to ME like all some chit has to do is
show a little skin, and you'll sign her right up!" Morte fell silent. "Not that I
mind that really, I just thought I'd mention it."
"Noted, Morte. Look... Lady Grace, excuse me if I'm being too forward, but
would you care to travel with us?"
Grace pursed her lips and arched her eyebrows, "I appreciate your candor. I
shall counter with some of my own: Why should I travel with you?"
"Lady Grace, I intend to travel to places perhaps no one else has ever been
to... or could reach. Would that interest you?"
"That would, indeed." She cupped her chin in her hand and thought for a
moment. "Yet..."
I grinned, "You mean you wouldn't be interested in traveling with an
immortal amnesiac who is searching the Planes for himself?"
"Oh, I would be extremely interested." She smiled slightly. "Such a
suggestion is intriguing, make no mistake about that."
"Then you would like to travel with me, then?"
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