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

I opened my pack just enough for him to get a peek.
The man's skullcap shot into the air with a resounding pop, landing straight
back on his head. "Oh... oh my. Is that... is that a...?" He licked his lips,
reaching gingerly for the chocolate quasit.
"Oh, no. Apology. Now."
He scrunched his face up, biting his lip as he shook his fists silently. Finally,
he stopped, brushed off his clothes, and exhaled slowly. "Very well, sir. I
apologize." He held one of his hands behind his back.
"Hey, chief - he's got his fingers crossed!"
"Silence, you gibbering... oh! I mean, why, I'm doing nothing of the sort!"
The mage smiled innocently at me, presenting his hands for my inspection.
I'd had my fun by then. "Hmm. All right, here: a chocolate quasit."
He took it from my hands. "Oh... quite rare, these are, and most delectable."
He bit off a large piece and tucked what was left into his tunic.
"I had some questions..."
He frowned at me, licking the last of the chocolate off his fingers. "Who told
you to bother me with inane questions?!" He stared at me accusingly.
"Come now... what is it that you wish to bother me with, or begone!" The
mage grunted, fished a malt-ball from his sleeve and ate it.
"Who are you?"
"I... am Quell." He held up his hand imperiously, as if to stop me from
introducing myself. "...and don't bother to introduce yourself: you must be
the most insolent, annoying pest this side of Sigil that I've heard so much
about! A true pleasure to meet you, and thank the Powers it couldn't have
waited until you had curled up and died, thereby sparing me the pain of
being forced to banter words with you! I would gladly trade my formidable
sorcerous powers for but a minor enchantment that would pierce your thick
skull and introduce at least the idea of 'manners!'"
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