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

The chain leads down to a collar around the neck of a leashed man with
dusk-gray skin and smoky hair. His dour frown and creased face speak of
infernal ancestry, a cambion perhaps. He crouches on the floor in ancient
rusted armor, polishing a mug and scowling at you.
The marilith smiles upon your entrance, "Well there's a new face. I'm Shara
Six-Blades, and I've got a stock of spirits to put anything under the table. If
you need anything just ask."
You give the innkeeper a polite nod and gesture towards a bottle of
Baatorian Black Brew. It's been a while since you've had a good mug, and
you lick your lips delicately in anticipation of the heavy, smoky ale. The
ebony liquid hisses as it sloshes thickly into the mug and Shara Six-Blades
gives an expectant nod. Surely if you could handle Baatorian Black Brew,
you've earned a good cut of respect in her eyes.
The patrons of the Tavern are a mishmash crew, the norm for any such
gathering in Sigil. A woman in worn leather armor and dusty brown rags
balances an obsidian-tipped spear in the crook of her arm while licking the
inside of her mug greedily. At the table across from her sits a group of three
swordsmen, with fine gray coats and hats suited more for nobility. Each one
had a slight curl at the corners of their lips, as if in considering what mischief
to commit.
You almost give a start when a strange pattern flows across a metal column
on the other side of the tavern. The colored shape of a man, flowing along
the surface like a moving mural. It is a two-dimensional creature,
apparently, in the shape of a handsome young fellow in a yellow coat
slashed with red.
A thick gray fog curls around one table tucked away at the corner,
apparently unoccupied. The glasses resting there, though, are full of a
bubbling blood-red brew that pulses angrily and swirls with flecks of black
shadow. In the next instant, one of the glasses begins to empty itself as
tendrils of mist curl into the liquid. You blink in surprise.
"I recommend you stay far from those guests, visitor," Shara Six-Blades says
to you with a wry smile, "While I rarely let their kind into my tavern, they
once... took care of a few troublemakers that were beyond my skill. I give
them a free round of Abishai Blood Beer now and again in gratitude, but it'd
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