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

"I am an advocate. These are my offices." Iannis' voice took on an irritated
edge. "Do you seek counsel? If not, perhaps you had best test your curiosity
elsewhere."
"An advocate? What's that?"
Morte broke in with a whisper, floating up beside me. "He's saying he's a
lawyer. A counselor. One of those berks who rattle their bone-boxes at the
courts."
Iannis' frown deepened. "An advocate provides counsel, helps others
navigate the labyrinths of Sigil's legal system, arranges legacies for citizens
to insure that their property is divided as they choose upon death, defend
those in Sigil's courts who have been wrongly accused..." He paused. "Did
you need help in any of these areas?"
"Legacies?"
"They are contracts that are deliverable at the death of the client. They
provide specifics on how a person's possessions are to be divided upon the
event of their demise. I have also heard them called wills."
"Are they anything like Dustman contracts?"
"Oh my, no! The Dustman contracts, while they are deliverable at the time
of the client's death, bequeath the client's body to the Dustmen; not a
pleasant business at all, but some who are poor of means find the Dustman
contract to be a means of support... "
I dropped the subject, "Have we met before?"
Iannis leaned in with a heavy squint, frowning in thought. The wrinkles on
his face became more pronounced as he did so. Age had placed a heavy toll
on him. "No... yet you seem familiar..."
"Yet..."
He continued to study my features, then shook his head. "I will concede that
there is something familiar about you, sir, and I apologize for any insult my
failing memory may be giving you at this moment... I have been preoccupied
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