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

He stared at me for a moment and then sighed. "What about Dimtree,
cutter?"
"He wants to be released from his curse."
He gave a surprised look and then waved me off. "I find that hard to believe,
cutter. Dimtree doesn't have the mental power to desire anything." He
frowned for a moment. "Did that idiot Hamrys put you up to this?"
"Think about it, Sebastion. Hamrys doesn't know Dimtree is a zombie, let
alone who created him. Right?"
He glared at me in thought. "Hmmm. Hamrys is a lackwit. I doubt he could
figure out who could have done this." He sighed and shruged his shoulders
in exasperation. "Hamrys could not have sent you. I guess poor Dimtree is
more aware than I intended. A pox on me for my stupidity!"
"Why did you create Dimtree anyway?"
"Oh..." He laughed, shook his head, and then tried to adopt a more serious
composure. "Hamrys loves the sound of his own voice, cutter. He would
wander the market for hours, bending people's ears to his endless prattle.
Businesses were failing. Dimtree provides him a willing companion to listen
to his many tales and, more importantly, keep him in his shop."
"So, will you release him?"
Sebastion looked at me for a moment with conflicting emotions crossing his
face, then sighed and threw his arms up in exasperation. "I cannot, sorry."
He gave a pleading look. "I want to, mind you, but I cannot. I fulfilled a
contract by creating Dimtree and I cannot break it, right or wrong. I am a
man of my word, my reputation demands it."
"I understand your dilemma and agree with you. Could I release him
instead?"
"That would be difficult..." He turned and began to look through a nearby
box. After a moment he removed a book which he set down in front of me.
"First, you'd have to have some magical aptitude. Second, you'd have to be
able to properly speak the words you find on page twenty-three of this
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