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

Interlude
Your gaze darts across the tavern, catching the squirms and uncomfortable
shifts of limbs and bodies. Few things are taboo in the Sigil, much less the
Hive, but speaking any tale of the Lady (if such must be spoken) was only
ever acceptable in alleyside whispers or murmured conversations in the
corner of dank taverns.
Now that Jeanette Dovelle Four-Winds had proclaimed it proudly from the
stage, a number of Hivers draw semicircles over their hearts. You do so
yourself... it had been a habit for far too long to change now.
Mikon chews his lip. For once the callow young Harmonium guard is silent,
and it is left to G'mir to vent his horror.
"Are you mad, girl?!" he snarls, "Are ye tryin' ta call 'Er Serenity's gaze on
us?!"
"Well iffin' ye prefer to shout her name from the heights of the heavens to
the depths of the sea, I'd wager yeh've just taken the heat offa me, lad!"
Jeanette laughs.
The sullen dwarf immediately turns green.
"ThE subLIme MaDnesS of bEAt poeTry shaTters uPoN the NiMbic
GLImmeRs and SigH thEir LasT!"
"She is right, gentlemen," Epetrius proclaims, "A predictable orderliness
underlies the Lady's behavior, though to a novice it may seem erratic," he
begins ticking off the facts on one slim-fingered hand, "One: She seeks to
preserve the lawful state of affairs within Sigil by deterrence via
punishment. Two: She slays those that would treat her as a goddess through
prayer (hypothesized as a natural logical extension of her prohibition of
deities, She must ensure that She herself does not become a deity for the
sake of consistency). Three: those that violate either rule listed previously
are slain by Her shadow. Given that She possesses the apparent knowledge,
motivation, and power to condemn those that violate Her wishes, the fact
that Her presence is not seen here is sound evidence that Jeanette's telling
is not in violation of said wishes."
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