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

"Then why don't you just return them to her?"
Merriman scowled. "Because I've become a cruel and bitter old man, who
sees he can get something out of you."
Grace's eyes became coolly disapproving, "Master Merriman, as a Sensate
you would deny her the ability to experience the full richness of the
Multiverse?"
He harrumphed. "You may be a master of words, Madam Grace, but I've
well over a century of stubbornness under my belt. Don't think you can
convince me or guilt me out of these keys."
"Go on, then... what do you want?"
"I want... I want to forget. I've lived almost one hundred and fifty years,
now, and I've seen every sensory stone I've cared to in this grand hall. I've
little time left to live, and am too weak to go out in search of wholly new
experiences... so I need to find a way to forget them all. That way, I can start
again in my final days..."
"So... do I just wallop you in the back of the head, or what?"
"No, you bloodthirsty lummox! I'll need something... some item, some
concoction... that will allow me to forget. Like a draught of the river Styx;
something like that."
~~~~~
I knew the answer lay in the art gallery. I'd seen it once before.
Yvana smiled and motioned me towards her. "Greetings, again. Do you have
questions regarding one of the pieces?"
"Yes, I do... The Dark Birds of Ocanthus."
"All of them are chipped from the great magical sheet of black, infinite ice
that rests in the black belly of the Plane of Ocanthus." Yvana paused,
tapping her chin. "It is said that this sheet of ice is the final destination of the
River Styx, and that the recollections of all that have plunged into the Styx's
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