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

As Nordom spoke, Morte rolled his eyes and frantically stage-whispered to
him, “Shut up! Shut up!!”
“Oh, I'll give yeh somethin’ to snuggle up to! Eejit!” Annah glared at Morte
as she spoke.
Fall-From-Grace interrupted the exchange, folding her wings back. "I find it
very fitting that your journey brings you back here," she said to me, "I'll
prepare some tea for us."
"Mmm. I don't suppose you know of any rumors of Ravel's progeny?"
Grace's lips curved into a mysterious smile, "If I did, would you expect me to
deny you the experience of finding out for yourself?"
"Good point." For now, there was only one person I knew of that could
know.
Yves smiled pleasantly at my approach. "Greetings, again. Have you come to
trade tales?"
"Yes, I have."
Yves nodded. "I would like that very much, yes. What tales will you trade?"
"Nordom: if you have a story to trade, please share it with Yves."
He chirruped, happy to tell his part. "In the 13.7th Revolution, we were
required to fix gear and cog sub-set thirty-one in the fifth ring of Mechanus.
We removed the obstruction and the gear turned as per its normal speed.
Upon completing our task, we were then returned to the Source."
"What in the hells was that, you stupid polygon?! That's the most boring
story I ever heard!" Morte snapped.
"It was what took place. With embellishments, of course."
"Embellishments?"
"I thought the return to Source was a particularly fitting image to close the
tale."
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