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

He turned his pale blue eyes on us and took a seat at our table. It was
getting rather crowded, and I didn't quite want to know what would happen
if I bumped his shoulder.
"Ah, greetings again. Have your travels brought forth what you need?"
"You look great, by the way," Morte bobbed, "More substantial. Been
working out?"
"We're on it. Thanks for helping again with Ingress' situation," I added.
"It was nothing," He waved a misty hand, then directed his attention to my
other companions, "Ah, you found new friends, I see. Quite an eclectic
group... necessary in the Planes. Greetings, I am Candrian Illborne, traveler,
dreamer, talespinner, and so forth."
"Ah, stow it, Candrian," Ebb pointed a thumb at me, "These addle-coves
think they'll be struttin' into Ravel Puzzlewell's gardens and sniff her daisies
or somesuch."
Candrian's eyes widened, "Truly? Hmm. Not even I would dare undertake
such a quest. I fear trying to claw free of Carceri may be an easier task, or
struggling free of the Negative Material Plane once more."
"I must, nonetheless. Do you have any advice?"
"Aside from suggesting that you turn back now? No, I am afraid not.
However, some basic knowledge of the planes may help, and that I can
provide."
Ebb harrumphed, "Aye, but keep it short. The lad'll need your advice, not
your long wind."
Candrian's lips quirked into a wry smile, "Of course, part of the problem is
getting into Ravel's maze. That is something few, if anyone, could shed light
on. The issue is escaping, and how to survive on whatever plane you end up
on if, by some miracle, you can."
"I've escaped one of the Lady's mazes. Hopefully I can pull it off again."
"Best you don't advertise that, berk," Ebb suggested, "Most wouldn't want
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