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

as he crunched down on the object in his mouth, then swallowed it. His
bushy, brassy white eyebrows furrowed for a moment, rose, and then
furrowed again. "Hmmm..."
"Greetings..."
Without so much as looking at me, the man reached into his tunic, pulled
out a puce-colored ball, regarded it curiously for a moment, then popped it
into his mouth.
"I said, 'greetings...'"
The man frowned and waved me away, then nodded to himself thoughtfully
as he savored the flavor of whatever he'd put into his mouth.
"What are you doing here?"
The man smirked, bit his thumb at me, then abruptly paused... his cheeks
swelled and, with a violent gag, he spat up a large black fly which began to
buzz around the chamber. "Minaurosian candies be damned!" he cried,
shaking his fist at the insect. He whirled on me. "What?!"
"I had questions about this place..."
He popped a small red candy into his mouth. "Do you always traipse about
molesting puissant mages with your ignorant prattle?! Babbling, blathering,
chittering, CHATTERING!" The candy shot from his mouth on 'chattering,'
flying in a high arc to land on the floor with a wet plip. He stared at it sadly.
"I'm, uh, sorry about your candy."
"It was so tasty, too..." he mewled. He suddenly looked up, snarling.
"SORRY?! As you should be, you piking dung-beetle! Mages deserve respect,
and bashers like you should know their proper place!" He began to jump up
and down. "Proper place! Proper place!"
Hmm. The thirty-second-rule was definitely in play. Quick as a switch I bent
down and snatched up the mage's candy, popping it in my mouth; its taste
was sweet and tangy, with an exotic perfumed aroma that shifted from one
complex flavor to another.
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