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

Evil, evil! Such a name, such a name... and such dark tales swarm about it,
like flies on a corpse."
"Just the same, I need you to tell me."
He rolled his eyes, plopping another candy into his mouth. "She's a night
hag, my boy, who came to Sigil... all evil and cackles, she was, alive with her
shadow-magic, ready to butt heads with the Lady of Pain. Barmy, barmy
barmy old hag... only succeeding in getting herself mazed. She's likely dead,
by now."
"Shadow-magic?"
"Yes, yes, yes..." He seemed uneasy about speaking of her. "Ravel dabbled...
no, not dabbled, but excelled in all schools of magic. She knew shadow
magics, magics of illusion and shadow substance, shadows, residues of dead
things."
"How might I find her?"
"How might you WHAT?!" His candy rolled right out of his mouth and onto
the tiles. Before I could so much as look at it, he snatched it up and popped
it back into his mouth, giving me a dirty look. Gross.
"Why... why would you ask such a thing? Are you MAD? What could you
possibly want with such an evil creature?"
"She knows something about my past."
"Doubtful... she was mazed many centuries ago. Gone - penned in the
dead-book, she is. And even if she were somewhy, somehow still clutching
to life with her blackened, bloody talons, what could she possibly know
about you? If she wasn't the spitting image of cackling evil, that is, and was
even willing to help you..."
"I'll just have to hope she's alive and will help me."
"By Leshe's six teats and her swollen tummy, what a flickering candle of
hope hurled into the howling winds of Pandemonium that is!
Flicker-flicker-whooosh! Don't be any more the fool than you need be!"
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