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

"I must still seek her out, whether she's dead or alive."
"So if she's dead - as she most likely is - then what is your plan, may I ask?
You have everything all figured out, do you? Quell is just blowing words out
of his pits, nonsense, nothing! What do you plan to do if she's in the
dead-book, eh?"
"I don't know. I'll figure something out."
"My, my, my, that's the best plan I've ever heard! Pure, blinding white
genius of an idea! No idea how to get into the maze, no idea how to get out,
no idea what to do if she's dead, certainly no idea what to do if she's alive. I
might as well be talking to a lemure for all the barmy foolishness you're
spouting out!"
"What do you think I should do?"
"The first brilliant question you've asked! Me? I think you should give up this
clueless idea of entering mazes and chatting with night hags and lope back
into whatever crypt you crawled out of! Makes far more sense than fishing
for the Lady's anger, it does."
"Can you tell me how to get to her maze?"
Quell simply paused and stared, dumbfounded as if he couldn’t believe
anyone could be this thick.
"Lunatic! Madman! Addle-cove! Have you not listened to a WORD I've said?!
She's imprisoned in an inter-dimensional MAZE for trying to best the LADY
of PAIN! That means she's at least ten times as barmy as you, and at least a
hundred times more powerful! She's also most likely dead, dead, dead,
thrice-dead and... if by some happenstance she isn't... she'll make you
dead!"
"I understand, but I really need your help. Can you tell me how to reach her
or not?"
Quell went silent, chewing on his lip. After a moment, he fished around in
his tunic for a mint, then plopped it into his mouth. "You're serious? Serious
now? Why so serious, so Baator-bent, so mule-stubborn?" He sighed. "Well,
born clueless, die clueless."
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