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

"Do you know who I am?"
"An... old friend?" He sounded like he was testing the water. "Aren't you?"
"Yes, yes, I am," I said carefully, "Say, I had some questions for you..."
"Oh, and I had some for you, too..." He frowned. "Except I can't seem to get
a handle on 'em. Questions - who needs 'em? All that matters is the answers
anyway. I think," he finished with a shrug.
"Well, it's been interesting, Adahn, but I have to leave. Farewell."
"Hey... uh..." His lip curled. "Look, before you up and fly away to wherever
abouts you're going, I've something for you... at least I think so..."
"What is it?"
"I'm not sure." He dug in his pockets, and frowned. "Pockets too small to
keep anything in..." He scratched his head. "Maybe..." He pulled back his
sleeves, first the left one, then the right one, scowled, then let both sleeves
fall back to full length.
Hmmm. Better test this. "Why don't you check the left sleeve again? I think
it might be there."
"Really?" He pulled back the left sleeve again, and this time, there was
indeed a package tied to his wrist. He smiled in relief, untied it from his arm,
then handed it to me. "For you, friend. From me, for you... a thanks of
sorts!" He nodded as I took the item and felt through the brittle wrapping
paper - a ring, no doubt enchanted by the feel of it.
"Wasn't there some money to go along with this?" I asked, probing a little
further.
He snapped his fingers and agreed with as much ease as I had asked. "Yes,
there was, yes there was." He looked down at his belt, where there was now
a belt pouch. He untied it and passed it to me. "It's all there. All hundred
coppers."
"What about that enchanted item you wanted to give me?" I asked again.
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