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

Tears.' "These were collected from a deva who was captured during a Blood
War skirmish. The fiends tormented the imprisoned angel for eons before
he at last escaped - this small bottle holds the twelve tears he shed in that
time. It is said their touch will soothe the most savage anger... even that of a
fiend's tongue." Vrischika smiled cruelly. "Their price is but nine hundred
and ninety-nine copper commons."
I examined the tag, then looked at the others. Where the other paper tags
were beginning to fade yellow with age, this one was fresh and new. I
wouldn't be surprised if the ink was still wet.
"I remember seeing this. It was only a hundred commons before I went to
Ecco with the Fiend's Tongue."
"Supply and demand, kitling. I have the supply, you have the demand. This is
a much fairer trade."
"Count yourself fortunate," Fall-From-Grace murmured in my ear, "that she
is not a baatezu."
Couldn't disagree with that, "I have this thousand-common promissory note
from the Brothel..."
Vrischika frowned slightly, examining the note. "Well... I suppose I can have
Standish fetch it, later. Very well; here you are." She handed me the item.
"Please, enjoy your newest acquisition."
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Ecco nodded as I approached her, a hopeful look in her eyes.
"I've brought you these Deva's Tears... they should soothe the tongue's
cursing."
She nodded, smiling, and took the vial from me. Ecco placed a few of the
sparkling blue drops onto her tongue: "I... I believe the Tears are working.
Yes... they are! I can speak in my own voice once more - oh, how I thank
you!" Ecco squeezed my hand and bowed her head gratefully, her eyes
welling with tears of joy. She really had a sweet voice, like the chiming of
bells.
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