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

His voice was low and quiet, "About what?"
"Did you ever consider that you became a Godsman for a reason?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why did you join the Godsmen?"
His voice strained as he searched for an answer. That's what this whole
ordeal was, a quest for an answer, "Because I thought there was meaning. I
was wrong. There is no meaning. Love, family, wealth, accomplishment... it
all means nothing."
"All of it? Is there anything that could prove you wrong?"
"Find someone who can persuade me otherwise, someone who can tell me
differently. You can't, it seems... find someone who can." the floorboards
creaked as he walked away from the door.
~~~~~
Sarossa gazed at me with those soulful eyes, her chalk-white face smooth
and still, "Greetings, wounded man. What do you need of me?"
"I need to speak to you about your father."
"What of him?"
"He has locked himself into his tower, and is threatening to kill himself.
What can you tell me of him that will allow me to keep him from doing so?"
Her eyebrows furrowed and her lips twisted into a sneer. Even in a fury she
was elegant, terrifying like a storm. "You lie! My father is traveling! He is not
expected back for days, at least!"
I almost took a step back, "Even so. Speak to Keldor if you don't believe me. I
require your assistance if your father is to live."
"I will, you can be sure." She paused and stared at me - hard. There was a
sensation of something caressing my soul, delicate like the brush of a finger,
"You speak the truth, don't you? I see no deception in your heart on this
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