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

"Do you know anyone who can swear otherwise?"
"No. Never saw the need to make sure of it. One place you might ask, if
you're really looking for leads, is Saros. That little thieving knight goes
everywhere, what with his father being such a high-up here. He always was
into new experiences - boy's practically a Sensate, if you ask me. Probably
wanted to kill someone and see if he could get away with it."
That fresh-faced lad... "Saros, eh? I'll remember that. In the meantime, I had
some more questions..."
"You want answers? Like what?"
"What drew you to the Godsmen?"
"They took me in and trained me to be what I am today, and I got to thank
them for that. They took my raw talent and shaped it into skill. I tell you, I'm
a favorite of the factol's, and someday he'll show everyone just how
important I am to this organization. They tell me that everyone has
godliness in them. It's true for me. I think I'm closer than most folks, to tell
the truth. That gives me the right to act like a god, and to expect total
devotion from my inferiors. I'm learning t' take power and move mountains
with belief in myself. When I rule the cosmos, you can bet I'll remember
every one of the berks who stood in my way."
Hrmn.
~~~~~
On the second floor of the inner chambers stood a severe woman with
flaming red hair pulled back tight, giving her face a stretched, nervous look.
She appeared to be deep in thought. At my approach, she glanced up. Her
eyes were thin and weasel-like, and they bored into me as if she were
wondering if I was worth her time, "Can I help you with something?"
"Who are you?"
She pursed her lips and spoke in a cold, determined voice. There was no
pride in it, nor any pleasure. Just steel and conviction, edged and smooth.
"My name is Bedai-Lihn. I'm a magical engineer - not a mage, mind you, a
theoretician."
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