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

her domain. The musk of rotting earth and mildew hangs around her like an
old cloak.
"My poor, dear, lovely man-thing!" she croons. Her voice warps even as she
speaks, twisting and snapping to match the distant creak of the maze's
changing paths, "Why, that was your first wish!"
The hag raises her hand and points a single bony, clawed finger at my
forehead, and the pain throbbing at my temples sends me into a fit of
screams...
It was times like this that seemed to explain why I wore a kilt... if I hadn't
gotten used to this sort of thing already I would've gone through so many
pairs of knickers long ago.
~~~~~
Yvana returned in a swishing of skirts and a pleased smile on her face,
content at being reconciled with her daughter at last. I had been waiting for
a good hour, far too long if I wanted to keep Annah from getting into trouble
out of boredom. "Greetings, again. Do you have questions regarding one of
the pieces?"
"Yes, I do..."
"Oh? Which one? One of the paintings?"
"Yes, one of the paintings... 'Gray Hag of Oinos.'"
Her smile faded a bit, and her voice was level when she spoke. I hoped it
was just her professionalism as a curator shining through, "This is said to be
a portrait of Ravel Puzzlewell, very likely the most evil hag ever to have
terrorized the Gray Waste and beyond."
"What do you know of her?"
"She is a night hag, one of the eldest Gray Sisters of the Wastes, who came
to Sigil many centuries ago to pursue arcane experiments. It was believed
that these experiments were against the Lady's will, and that Ravel was thus
banished from Sigil, imprisoned within one of the Lady's mazes on the
ethereal where her body rests to this very day..."
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