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

"Are you sure? You seem suddenly upset..."
She narrowed her red eyes at me. "Of course I'm sure! Don't ask me of her
again."
"Kesai? Are you Ravel's daughter?"
Kesai suddenly bared her teeth, her eyes narrowing to slits of blazing
crimson. "What?! Where'd you hear such a thing?"
I licked my lips. I doubted this girl had her mother's power, but it was still
best not to anger her. "Just a rumor, that's all."
"Ridiculous! I think I'd know if that wicked hag was my own mother! Now
stop bothering me about it."
"Who is your mother, then?"
"I don't know, all right? My father raised me; I never knew her. But do I look
like a night hag, to you?!"
"Well... there is the skin... and the eyes... and maybe the teeth, too..."
Kesai-Serris glared at me, her eyes blazing. "Perhaps we'll speak later, but
I'm no longer in the mood. Farewell."
I really wish I was better with women.
If Kesai wouldn't speak to me about the matter, there were plenty of others
to talk to. Gossip has a nasty habit of being molded as it's passed down from
one person to the next nine times out of ten, but as with the tale of Ecco
that last sliver often held some truth. If I was going to look for a story I might
as well go to the source.
"I heard that Kesai-Serris is Ravel's daughter. Is that true?" I asked Yves.
"Once upon a time, an elderly man from the Clerk's Ward vanished, and his
body could not be found. To conceal it, the murderer buried him beneath
another body in the cemetery. A diviner told of where the body could be
found, and so they dug, and uncovered a body, but not that of the elderly
898