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

There was the meaty sound of a set of knuckles striking flesh.
"Get down there! Lick it!"
"mmph mmmh-"
"Bah, forget it you pale-bellied hollow-skulled idiot. Get out of my sight!"
The door swung open and a slim little man scurried past. He sported a fine
black eye and a trickle of blood ran down his nose, which made the
half-smile on his lips all the more out-of-place.
I wasn't going to relish this.
The wild-looking tiefling girl met my gaze with an angry scowl. Her tattooed
body was practically naked, covered by only a narrow leather thong, a black
cloth brassier and armored shoulder pads that appeared to serve more as
decoration rather than actual protection. Her spiked hair - as well as the thin
fur that covered her goat-like legs - was brassy white, and numerous silver
rings dangled from her ears, nostrils, lips and brow. She wore a leather collar
around her throat with the inscription "Kimasxi Addertongue."
Kimasxi bared her teeth at me. "And just what are you looking at, you
banged-up sod?"
"My friend thought you were attractive, but whoah! Was he ever horribly
mistaken!"
She sneered at Morte, then looked below him, where a body would
normally be. "Sharp tongue... for a stemless deader."
"Like I'd let mine anywhere near if I had one! What, did you hear the word
'brothel' and think you could make some jink here, you flea-bitten
gutter-whore? Hah! Can't believe they even let you in the door, what with
all those ticks hopping off your shaggy legs!"
"Ticks?! The only annoying insect around here is you!" She suddenly turned
to me. "Hey! You here to talk to me, or what?"
"'Or what?' What else can I do with you?" I crossed my arms. Some of the
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