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

"I'm sorry sir, but I can't. Please, leave me be, before my mistress notices me
talking to you..."
"Your mistress?"
The little man nodded. "Yes... Mistress Vrischika. I am Standish, her
servant... her slave. I committed a crime and was sentenced to slavery, then
purchased in the Lower Ward, like many of her slaves... most of whom she
keeps at her manor. Now please - I beg of you! Leave me be, or she'll
become angered and beat me unmercifully!"
"Now Standish, I will not have you telling such nasty lies to customers," said
a sweet, prickly voice.
I glanced off to the side. She was a demoness, sharp-featured and attractive
though her appearance was somewhat disturbing. Her blue-black skin was
smooth like cobalt, and bright yellow eyes glistened like a cat's. As she
examined me, a small pair of bat-like wings unfolded from her back, then
seem to settle back into her skin. Her eyes slid over to my companions and
her lips pulled back into a cruel, treacherous smile.
"Well, well... a floating, disembodied, prevaricating skull, and
Fall-from-Grace... or whatever it is you call yourself, now. Truly a pleasure to
see you here. What do I owe the honor of your visit? I thought that you
rarely trafficked among our kind, any more." She glanced at me for a
moment with the same faint sneer. "Or is your assignment here almost
finished?"
Fall-From-Grace bowed her head and spoke sweetly, "I do not know what
assignment you are referring to, Vrischika, though your presence here brings
with it many questions. Last I had heard you were a standard-bearer for the
Company of the Vulture. How did you come to Sigil?"
She replied curtly, firing a question back like an arrow: "By choice. And you?
Where will your orders take you next?" She suddenly turned to me. "You
see, little man..." Vrischika smiled, as if savoring the words. "...the best
temptress is one that can make you buy into the illusion of being both
promiscuous yet virtuous at the same time; a prostitute-priestess, as it
were. Mistress Grace is among the greatest..." She turned to
Fall-From-Grace. "...are you not? You would not think that a score thousand
years of slavery had left their scars, no?"
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