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

"It's a clear night out," I said, "want to take a walk?"
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The air was still and crisp, quiet as the grave. It was only the occasional
lighted window and the rare clank of Harmonium boots that gave any sign
that the Ward was still inhabited. Even then as the night wore on the lights
flickered and winked out. The sound of Harmonium patrols grew more
distant. Silence was king then, and no one would disturb us in our prowling.
Annah's tail swayed as she padded quietly down the street next to me, and I
strained to keep my movements straight and smooth so that my sash of
bone wouldn't clatter or the beads in my hair clink. Sanctity hung in the
silence, and I didn't want to spoil the moment with my clumsiness.
Annah tucked her hands into the crooks of her arms as if unsure what to do
with them. Tonight would've been a night for the cunning ways... of picking
locks and jimmying doors, pawing through the jewels and gold of the nobles
of Sigil. True the Harmonium would've made things difficult, but there was
no harm in casing a joint. If she were alone, that is.
"Annah, can you train me in thieving skills?"
"Eh?" She frowned. It wasn't a question she would've expected, "What are
yeh on about?"
"I'd like to shelve the Art for a while and try my hand at stealthier pursuits."
She looked me up and down - once - then looked at me with a queer
expression. "Are yeh serious?"
I nodded, "I'd like to tuck the Art aside for a while and return to the thieving
profession. Can you teach me?"
She looked skeptical, then rolled her eyes. "Aye, I can... but to do it, yeh'll
need to shut yer trap and lissen to me... and follow my lead, jig?" She circled
me, tail flicking under the pale light of a window a floor above us as she
examined my posture. "The first thing yeh need to do is change your stance,
none of that loin-juttin' and leading with yer stem that yeh seem to favor..."
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