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

"Oh, yes, of course... It will take a moment."
"Very well, I will wait."
Iannis returned after a while, nodding. "Yes, fortunately, it was unharmed by
the fire. All the articles are safe."
"Could I collect on it? I am the beneficiary."
"Of course.. sign here and here... on the dotted line..."
"There? And there? All right..." I scribbled a little X on each line in lieu of a
proper name. Iannis frowned, but it seemed to suffice for him.
"There we are; that should be the last of the paper work. Here are all the
items that were in the Vault... one looks like a Foundry receipt, though quite
an old one, to be sure. Did the deceased have something commissioned at
the Foundry?"
"I don't really know. Perhaps... I'm beginning to think just about anything is
possible."
The package he handed over included a glass eye and what looked to be a
fossilized piece of bread. Whoa. This was an ancient artifact I had read of in
the Godsman libraries... the Stone Gullet of L'phahl the Gross.
As the "legend" goes, L'Phahl the Gross was said to have been a promising
practitioner of the Art, a sorcerer's apprentice to one of the Last Seers of
Es-Annon. Despite his skill at the Art, however, his gluttony was the subject
of much ridicule among his peers.
During the last great Massing of Es-Annon, L'Phahl was invited to dine at the
center table, but unknown to him, his peers had filled his wine goblet with an
elixir of turning flesh to stone to teach the rotund student a "lesson."
L'Phahl consumed such great amounts of food and drink during the Mass,
however, that it diluted the potion's effects. Complaining of a stomach ache
hours after the feast, the local healers discovered that L'Phahl's stomach had
turned into stone, yet was still capable of digesting food. L'Phahl lived the
rest of his days happily eating, though his gullet was a few pounds heavier
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