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

Annah's lip curled at the thought of finding herself in agreement with Grace.
Fall-From-Grace continued, her hands folded demurely in front of her, "You
would be wise to travel with him no longer. He is insane, and he has proven
capable of great acts of destruction. As I understand it, he was transformed
into a conduit to the elemental plane of fire... such a transformation would
have killed many mortals."
"I know..." I murmured.
"Not only did he survive such a trial, but he thrived. He possesses
tremendous power - should he be forced into a confrontation, I would fear
for the chances of anyone who stood against him. I pray it does not come to
that," her gaze steeled towards mine.
"If Ignus is so powerful, why doesn't he just attack everything he sees?" I
wasn't sure if it was my curiosity or a defense of Ignus, but it had to be
asked, "Why does he even travel with us?"
"I do not know. But I do not think it is because he likes our company; in fact,
I think he considers all of us irrelevant except for you."
"Me? Why me?"
"Again, I do not know. Still, haven't you noticed that when you ask him to do
something, he obeys? Without question. Were I to make the same request,
the last thing I would receive would be his compliance."
"We'll deal with that problem when we come to it."
~~~~~
The woman smiled pleasantly as I approached the counter.
"Greetings, sir. How may I help you?"
"I was wondering if I had quarters here. I was an old member long ago. My
rooms might've been reassigned or something but..." I trailed off. The
cramped room I had been given in the Great Foundry was fine enough,
functional and utilitarian. But I couldn't happily consign my friends to the
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