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

"Greetings, Reekwind," I grinned, "You certainly seem better."
He looked at me, amazed. "It... stopped. It all stopped, just like that." He
snapped his fingers, then looked down at himself. "Powers above, I..." He
laughs. "I feel clean again."
"Good to hear it. Jumble didn't want to remove the curse, but I got it out of
him."
"I thank you, sir. I..." He looked flustered. "I have nothing to pay you with,
but you are in my good graces..." He shrugged. "For whatever that is worth."
He frowned, then stood straight. "I will tell the story of your kindness to all
who will listen."
"Actually, do you have any stories you haven't told me already? That could
be payment enough..."
"Of course, of course!" Reekwind looked around... "Though I've had enough
of telling tales for a while... do you have something I could write them in?"
"I have a journal here."
Reekwind took the journal. "Ah..." He scribbled for a while, then handed it
back. "There you are."
"Thanks, Reekwind."
"Eh... if you would never use that name again, I... among others, would be
thankful."
I chuckled, "Very well. What should I call you?"
"My name is --" He suddenly caught himself and smiled. "No, perhaps I shall
keep that to myself this time." He nodded respectfully to me. "Thank you
again, good sir."
"Farewell."
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