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

Kesai snarled, her eyes blazing with malice. "That... that... hells, how I loathe
that woman! Why would you even believe that sort of tripe?"
"She says that you deny it, and in fact may not know it, but that it's true. She
said you could ask your father... that he would tell you."
Kesai stared at me silently for a time. "Give me a moment." She turned
away, and began to mutter softly... the air seemed to shimmer around her
slightly, and a coppery smell began to fill the room, like the scent of warm
blood...
I strained my ears, and tried to overhear what she was saying.
"Haughazanenel, Banished Prince of Ithag, Marquis of the Bloody Shadow,
my father, hear me, for I call upon you... Yes, beloved father, it is I,
Kesai-Serris. I would bid you answer me one question, a question I've asked
you time and again..."
She paused.
"Yes, beloved father. I cannot bear to have another ask me and not know
myself. You must tell me... I have asked for nothing save this. Tell me, I beg
of you..."
Again, she stood still for a moment.
"Y-yes... yes, beloved father, I understand. I thank you... farewell..."
I leaned back, "Well? What did he have to say?"
Kesai remained turned away for a moment before finally coming to face me.
"I did not want to believe that wicked hag may have been my mother. I have
lived long, I do not appear to age, and have... disturbing dreams,
sometimes." She shuddered. "But still... I do not wish to be the inheritor of
the evil she caused, nor draw the Lady's gaze as my mother did. Such evil
things she did!"
"Tell me what you know of her, will you?"
"I heard she would pose impossible riddles to people, riddles she could
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