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

shy for some reason. We laid out traps for a month and tried luring it out
with a mash of honey and shavings of star-crossed love, but in the end I was
able to coax the thing out with a slice of slow agony harvested from an
Inquisitor's scalpels. Thing seems to find itself bound to pain, as the
Nameless One hisself once was."
Jeanette sighs before continuing, "I tried giving it a wee home in me own
skull once... now I tell you, it hurts like a trip through the Nine Hells and isn't
half as friendly, but past the headaches it fed me plenty o' flashes o'
memory for me to piece together what happened with the Nameless One.
But, since ye be so inclined to hear the story ‘right’, I reckon I’ll just hafta
start over again, aye? Now where was I…”. She took a deep swig of ale and
recomposed herself. “….Ah yes, Annah had just left the Festhall ta catch a
breath of night air….”
Chapter 69
Annah padded silently across the tiled floor, her soft boots not making a
sound as she ghosted from shadow to shadow. Whatever sound her
footsteps made would've been drowned out by Morte's snores, and if her
moon-white flesh shone in the dim light, Ignus' roaring flames would've
caught the eye more readily from his resting spot on the balcony.
"Hey."
"Hsst!" she hissed, snapping her head to me, "What are yeh doin' up an'
about? Yeh been watchin' me?"
I shifted my weight, stepping out from the shadow of the pillar, "I've been
feeling restless, too."
She just stood there, her tail flicking, arms crossed in front of her. That
moment, by the dim light of Ignus burning through the window, she looked
statuesque. There was a mute tranquility about her, and she stared at me
like a stone.
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