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

Well, I had other things to do anyway.
"Hey, Nenny."
"Good day to you sir! Oh it's lovely to see you again. Would you like to sit
down for a good chat now?" she smiled cheerfully.
"Actually, I was hoping you could help me. I'm trying find Marissa's Crimson
Veil... do you know where it might be?"
Nenny's eyes shone bright with recollection. "I'll bet I do! I saw that nasty
Kimasxi Addertongue sneaking out of Marissa's room one night. They're
both meanies, you know, but Kimasxi's really awful! Anyway, I'd talk to her,
first."
I knew that hairy goat-assed hag had something to do with this.
We stood outside. I hummed to myself, trying to drown out the exchange of
curses with a lewd drinking song I had picked up in the Smoldering Corpse.
Morte pressed his occipital bone to the door, his eyes flicking back and forth
as if he were mentally taking notes.
Eventually the door burst open and knocked Morte aside with a yelp, but
the man storming out was too red-faced with fury to notice.
"Well," Kimasxi said with a curled lip as I entered, "What was the abishai
eating when he squatted in front of my door and squeezed you out?"
"I came here to ask you something Kimasxi."
She rolled her eyes, as if bored if she couldn't get a rise out of me, "Make it
quick then, you ugly sod."
"I was told you were seen sneaking away from Marissa's chambers,
recently... is that connected with her missing veil, somehow?"
Kimasxi's eyes flashed, and every hair on her puffed out as she flew into a
rage: "WHO TOLD YOU THA-" she suddenly fell silent, glaring at me through
narrowed eyes. "If I was there, berk, I didn't take her filthy veil... search my
room, if you'd like. I catch you sniffing at my britches, though, I'll see to it
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