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

"If you wish me to, then there is something you must do for me. There are
ten students in this establishment. I would like you to speak to all of them,
then return to me with your thoughts. Then we shall see if we shall travel
together or not."
I nodded, "I will go speak to them, then. I will return when I have spoken to
all of them."
Interlude
The night wears on with the heavy clink of coins adding a metallic chime to
the slow strumming of Oudilin's lyre. While the hungry crowd had thinned
somewhat by the fading day, the seats were still packed and many were left
to enjoy their supper standing like ancient Stoics.
For many it is a choice between fish soup and lamb stew, with a thick piece
of bread and a wedge of cheese. The light clack of porcealin on the wooden
countertop heralds the arrival of your own dish: a dozen snails, baked with
cheese and herbs. A light snack for the evening.
Your fingers curl around one shell and the two-tined fork pierces the belly of
the critter as the voices begin to rise.
"Aha!" a garishly-clad woman proclaims, swelling with pride "I knew it!
There were records of the Nameless One as a Sensate!"
"What are yeh talking about?!" G'mir snaps, rattling the table as he squirms
in his bonds, "The man knew what he wanted, knew what to do, and 'e did
it! 'E was a Cipher he was, mark me true!"
Scii-Tavakis is the third to speak, and her voice is smooth as a serpent sliding
through the sands, "Oh please. I would wager a full measure of water that
he was a Doomguard. The ruin and destruction his presence has rained
across the Planes would match the efforts of armies."
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