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

"Very amusing, Annah. I some had questions, sir... who are you?"
"Why, my name is Able Ponder-Thought."
"What do you do here?"
"I passed my Administrator exam just recently, and have achieved the status
of an 'A9,' a research consultant in the Hall of Records, one of the many
aides specializing in Sigil's physical laws and history. I research topics and
laws of interest to others. It is quite fascinating, really..."
Pffft. No it's not.
"What's that symbol embroidered on your tunic mean?"
"Why, 'tis the symbol of the Fraternity of Order," he held himself up proudly,
"We are responsible for much of the law-making and running the courts
here in Sigil. Many judges, advocates and clerks are members of our Order,
and we are pleased to be able to help enforce Sigil's laws and keep things
orderly. We make a strident effort to learn all laws, whether they pertain to
Sigil, the Planes or the multiverse itself."
"What does the Fraternity of Order believe?"
"The Fraternity of Order believes that the multiverse is governed by laws.
When one knows all the laws, one will understand the multiverse. That is
our goal. By understanding the laws, their limits, we learn to avoid certain
laws."
"If you don't mind me asking, what sort of benefits are in the position?"
"Well, our fraternity allows us to read languages quite easily. And we may
use some rules of the multiverse on occasion to suit our benefits."
"Languages?" I blinked. Immediately I started sifting for the dodecahedron
through my pack. With the same series of twists and turns I unfolded it,
revealing the strange pattern of ruins inside, "Can you read this? I think it's a
journal of some sort."
He glanced over it, eyebrows raised. "Odd! No, I cannot. Is it a language?"
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