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

"I asked her about it, and she denied it."
"So? Not as if it's any of your business in the first place."
"I also heard you're Kesai's half-sister."
She harrumphed, "Yes, I'm related to that chubby, mewling, hook-nosed
day-dreamer. Same father, different mothers. So?"
"I was hoping you could help me find out if Kesai is really Ravel's daughter."
Kimasxi frowned. "Normally I'd be loathe to help you like this, but I've a
feeling it'd upset that flirting, preening doxy good and well. Tell her to ask
our father... he's a powerful cambion, so she ought to be able to call to him
right then and there. That'll get you your answer."
"Cambion?"
"Yes, cambion." Kimasxi rolled her eyes. "Didn't hear me the first time? Ears
all stopped up with last of your brains running out of them?"
"I'm asking what one is..."
"My, you're Clueless." She shook her head sadly, tutting all the while. "A
half-fiend, berk; sort of like you... but you're half dung, I think. You smell it,
at any rate."
"Better that than half you, Kimasxi."
"You wish you were half-Kimasxi, sod... even if you ended up with a goat's
bum on your shoulders it'd be better than that scarred-up face of yours."
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Kesai-Serris smiled warmly when I returned, pushing a wavy lock of hair
away from her bright, crimson eyes. "Don't worry; I don't stay upset long.
Something I can do for you, hmmm?"
"Kesai, I talked to Kimasxi. She told me she's your half-sister, and that
Ravel's your mother."
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