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

"What was it you said about her training agents, Vrischika?"
"Yes... they are her eyes and ears in the city of Sigil and across the Planes.
What they do not see or hear they may coerce from another man that has
seen and heard. And who could think humans capable of such deception and
trickery? Oh, Grace is indeed a clever one. Not as clever as her mother,
perhaps, but clever nonetheless..."
Grace interjected softly, "That is not the purpose of my establishment..."
"Oh, but of course not! Did I dare suggest such a thing? But perhaps you
should let the man judge for himself." Vrischika turned to me, eyes blazing.
"Do you not wonder, little man? Does the mephit of reason and curiosity
ever enter your mind as to this matter? Does not the arrangement at the
brothel seem strange to you?"
Vrischika went on before I could answer. "Occam's razor can leave a scar,
but it can remove the cancer so often caused by poison of liars and
imaginers. And now here she is, traveling with you. Most curious. Why
would someone, a proprietress of such an establishment, leave it for any
reason? And for a man she barely knows? Questions, questions..."
She hissed, "The answers may be painful, indeed."
Grace stood proudly, hands folded demurely in front of her, "He is well
aware of why I agreed to travel with him, Vrischika... when he asked me to
do so."
"Oh, I'm certain he did ask... what man could resist?" Vrischika sneered and
looked away in disgust.
I sighed, "Perhaps I should just look at your wares."
The exotic goods sat behind clean glass cases on stands and velvet pillows
like a woman's collection of jewelry. A demon's tongue lay moist and
glistening, a stained lens, a small assortment of bottles, each with labels
whose names were enigmatic, as plain as they were.
A bottle labeled as 'Elixir of Horrific Separation' caught my eye.
Smiling, Vrischika unlocked the case and presented it to me. "This stuff was
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