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

I nodded.
"Ravel was said to have been a master of riddles and puzzles, but it was
believed that one riddle - one question in particular - was said to have
plagued the ancient night hag: 'What can change the nature of a man?'"
The question batted around in my mind, tickled something at the back of my
brain, then faded.
"She issued a challenge to any who were interested: She promised to
instruct any who came to her in her craft... if they could only answer the
question to her satisfaction. If they could not, they consented to be her next
meal. Many died coveting Ravel's teachings, and it is believed that until her
final hours in Sigil, Ravel never discovered the answer to her question.
"Ravel's crime was believed to be some means of trying to shatter the Cage,
trying to crack open Sigil itself for some unknown reason." Yvana sighed.
"This is all I know of her."
~~~~~
The Hive was just as smelly as before, moreso now that I wasn't bathed in
the stench of it all hours of the day. It took a little practice, but soon I was
filtering the air with my teeth again in order to breathe without tasting the
foulness in the air.
With some new tattoos from Fell's shop we started to make our way back to
the Clerk's Ward.
A plump, white-haired old man waved at me from down the block, the
bright green of his clothes made him stand out like an oasis in a desert.
Mourns-For-Trees smiled widely upon seeing us. "Ah, my friend; you've
returned! And doing well, by the looks of it!"
I smiled, "Annah, Grace, this is Mourns. The one I told you about, caring for
the trees."
Fall-From-Grace bowed her head politely, "It is good to meet you at last,
Master Mourns, though I suppose you may be considering a new name
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