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

"I swear I'll look for a way to return your voice," I vowed.
Ecco nodded to me slowly, smiling at me with eyes full of gratitude.
Well. There was only one place I could think of to start looking.
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"Ah!" Vrischika's lips peeled back to reveal a predatory smile, "If it isn't my
favorite man!" She glanced at Fall-From-Grace, "And my least favorite
woman."
"We're looking for something that can restore speech to someone who's
had her voice stolen."
Her smile grew wider, "Whatever you wish, Vrischika can provide," she
pointed at what appeared to be a tongue floating in a jar of brine, one of the
exotic items behind the glass counter. It was pink and rubbery, pale from
pickling and age. "This is a fiend's tongue... a cornugon's, I think, but who
really knows? It's said that, placed into the mouth of any living thing, it will
give the ability of speech, even if there was none before. I'm selling this
oddity for only sixty-six coppers, should you want it."
"Gross."
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Ecco looked at me hopefully as I approached her, biting her lower lip.
"I've gotten this Fiend's Tongue for you..."
She raised her eyebrow and gave me a skeptical look.
"I'm told that, should you place it in your mouth, you'll regain the ability to
communicate."
She nodded and took the bottle from me. She gingerly picked out the
severed tongue from the briny solution and, after staring at it for a moment
in disgust, placed it into her mouth... suddenly, her eyes widened, and a
burst of reddish light bloomed from between her lips.
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