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

Vrischika narrowed her eyes at Dak'kon, eyed his body like meat. She tilted
her head, examining his muscle, his posture, and looked into those dark
eyes, suddenly dark but still bearing a dangerous edge. I half-expected her
to tug open his jaw and examine his teeth. "Hmmm... a githzerai, eh? And a
zerth, too. So long as you understand that you'll never see him again... I'll
pay five thousand copper coins for him."
"Never? I understand. Take him."
Dak'kon's lips parted, his eyes widened in as much horror as I had ever seen
him express as the Vrishika counted the coins out. "Never did I think..." His
coal-black eyes examined my face for a moment, then dropped to the floor
as he shook his head. "It is a cruel path my hasty words have led me down.
My path... Dak'kon's path..."
"You have no name anymore, slave," I said simply, "You are old and weak,
and I've learned all I needed from you."
He fell to his knees at those words, his hands trembling. He did look old: the
creases in his face were more pronounced, his voice creaked like old wood
as he attempted to murmur a prayer to Zerthimon, perhaps a wish to strike
him dead then. The fire in his eyes flickered and faded, and was gone, and
his shoulders sagged as if the weight of them were too much for his body. I
had sucked dry every useful drop of knowledge and life from him, and I
needed him no longer.
"Your blade has shattered, Dak'kon," I crouched down next to him, my voice
low as a whisper, but I knew that those words would ring in his ears for as
long as he lived, "Your karach is as mist."
He turned away from me in silence.
Vrishika handed a bag to me, heavy with coin. I squeezed it, satisfied by the
weight, and stood watching as she passed a slip of parchment to her newest
slave. "Here... this is the address of my home, in the Lady's Ward. Go there,
now... try and flee, and I'll have a pack of fiends so far down your throat
you'll be begging to come back to Sigil and serve me." She then turned to
me. "And you... my thanks; I'm sure he'll prove entertaining. Enjoy your five
thousand commons... farewell."
There was nothing remaining of Dak’kon the zerth when I left the shop. He
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