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

I stretched the ore and gave it a spine with which to anchor its limbs.
I flattened out one plump end and gave it wings so that it may fly.
And when it was cool enough to handle, I took it to the grindstone and gave
it a fang so that it might bite the flesh of my enemies.
I gave my creation a few test swings, then held it up to the light. The balance
was excellent, and the tempering couldn't have been done more perfectly.
All that it needed was a little burnishing and an acid-etched insignia and it
would've fit the hands of the finest warriors of the Planes.
Like all parents I was proud of my child, and anxious for the criticisms that
lay for it ahead.
"I have finished forging my creation."
Keldor took the battle axe from me and examined it carefully. "That is,
without a doubt, one of the better pieces I have seen a recruit forge. You'll
go far, my friend. Are you ready for the next test? I certainly hope so..."
I grinned, surer now that I had chosen the right faction. The memories of my
past incarnations would be useful as I explored the Planes, and in concert
with the Godsman philosophy, would serve to temper me for the trials that
lay ahead. "I suppose I am..."
He continued grimly. "A murderer has struck in the Foundry, and I am
forsaking the usual test in order for you to track this killer down. Go speak to
the supervisor, Alissa Tield, in the main Foundry and proceed from there.
When you have completed your investigation and are ready to name a
culprit, come back to me."
"Why me?"
"Because you are an outsider. There is no real possibility that you could be
the murderer."
"There's no real reason to trust me, either."
Keldor's eyes were firm, but he was cautious and spoke softly. For someone
with such a hearty voice, it sounded unnatural, the way a child might mimic
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