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

Morte glared at Fall-From-Grace. "Do you mind? I had the answer covered,
thank you. I'm the font of information here, NOT you, all right?"
Fall-From-Grace nodded slightly. "My apologies, Morte. I did not mean to
offend."
"Morte, I need all the information I can get, so don't get territorial on me," I
grunted. I wasn't aware that he could get snippy at anything with a pair of
breasts, "If Fall-From-Grace has something to add, then I want to hear it, all
right?"
"Oh, I get it! Maybe if I was a succubus, you'd listen to ME more often, that
it? Maybe if I showed a little skin once in a while, then I'd get some respect,
huh? That's pretty shallow, chief, pretty shallow! Why, I ought to -"
"Morte..." Fall-From-Grace broke in gently. "I must confess, without your
original foundation of information, I would have been hard-pressed to
explain the situation... frequently, your use of metaphors and phrases
makes it much easier for others to understand your explanations. It makes
you a far better teacher than I."
"Oh, yeah?! I...?! Well...! Yeah, you just... yeah, you hear that, chief? What
the succubus said? She's right. I'm easier to understand, more 'wise to the
chant,' know what I'm saying? So you need me around, see?" Morte's mood
had spun half-circle, and by the sound of it, it seemed he didn't understand
how that happened himself.
"Right, so I have another question: you're both saying Nordom is part of this
Source, but he's cut off from it. And when a modron dies, they're
re-absorbed. Will Nordom be?"
Morte and Grace nodded.
"And if he dies, another Nordom is created."
"Eh... no," Morte grunted. Fall-From-Grace looked at Nordom
sympathetically.
The skin of my forehead was tight with scars, but I felt my eyebrows furrow.
"What happens?"
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