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

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"That- that girl!" I grumbled.
"You make it sound like an invective," Grace said with a sideways look.
"Sorry, it's just that I've never expected her to steal from me."
"Not at all... I am sure she only did so out for the practicality of the
moment."
I twisted a finger in my ear, trying to dig the last bits of that useless prattle
out, "That Hamrys could bore a stone. Though perhaps you think otherwise.
Would you like to see how he does in the Brothel, perhaps?"
For a moment Grace's expression was unreadable, "Hamrys is simple
enough to understand... while I'm sure there would be some benefit if he
were to sit down with my students, it is likely to be one-sided," she drew an
ivory finger along her chin in thought, "With Ecco perhaps."
"Ecco? Is that the silent prostitute?"
Grace nodded, "Though I trust that neither she nor Annah, nor Hamrys are
truly on your mind right now."
"Am I that transparent?"
"On occasion... though instances of clarity from an enigma such as yourself
are a rare delight," Grace smiled.
I sighed. It was a relief to finally find someone to talk to about this, "I
wanted to talk about our companions..."
"Who in particular did you wish to discuss?"
"Morte."
"Morte is most peculiar... I have seen a great deal in my life, but nothing
quite like him. He behaves somewhat like a mimir, but unlike any kind I have
ever heard of.”
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