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

Standing at the counter was a wall-eyed fellow whose skin writhed and
rippled across his entire body. He was smacking his chapped lips with a
blotched tongue. As I watched, his right eye moved independently of the
left, focusing on me. A second later, the left one flicked to look my way, then
reverted to its original position. The right eye blinked. A strange gurgling
came from his throat.
The man gave a lop-sided grin and pointed at himself with his right thumb.
"Pestle, I'm called, the - gugh! - alchemist." He pointed at himself again, this
time with his left index finger. "Da name's Kilnn. Hgrk! Need ye somethin'?"
In the back of my mind I filed away a few notes. For one, the fact that
Fall-From-Grace had a knack for understatement despite her mastery of
elocution. "Are you all right?"
"Aye, I am. Hgak!" His throat convulsed for a moment, then relaxed. A large,
green-glowing pustule suddenly burst from the side of his neck. "Something
ye needed then, sir? Ghok!" His throat clenched again, and a wave of
quivering flesh swallowed the blistering green pustule back beneath the skin
of his throat. He coughed violently for a moment, then relaxed. "Phew."
"Powers above, chief!" Morte hissed in my ear, "Let's find someone else.
You're don't trust a skinny chef, and by the Hells you don't trust this berk to
scratch an itch, much less play doctor."
"Point taken, Morte," I turned to the- well, the apothecary and something.
Was an assistant buried in this lovely mess? "May I ask what happened to
you?"
The left eye rolled upward in exasperation. The right eye looked askance.
"Too much ta drink."
"Too much of what, though?"
"Potions, I drank. Too many potions. Fgaohg!" His mouth slid down beneath
his chin; his left nostril formed another one. "Da most I ever drank, dat's for
certain! Of polymorphin', dey were, an' brewed... Hgrk! ... in Limbo."
Dak'kon stared the man flatly in the eye, "It would be wise to exercise
caution when you next handle that which is craft in the chaos of Limbo."
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