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

already asked soooo many." Ravel's black-veined eyes take on a curious
gleam. "The time for MY questions is now, half-man."
"Very well, Ravel... ask your questions."
"Know this and know Ravel's law: if you do not answer my questions, no
more of your questions will I answer, my precious man. Step a-lightly with
the answers, or the asking shall TEAR you apart..."
"Your rules are fair. Ask your questions, Ravel."
"I would know why you traveled here with these others... know not the
place they were traveling to?"
"Of course they knew. Who would not want to travel here to meet with you,
beautiful Ravel? Few opportunities does life provide for such a meeting.
They wished to see if the tales of your power and beauty were true... as I
knew them to be," I laid it on a bit thick, but she seemed barmy enough to
be capable of falling for it.
Ravel stared at me for a moment in silence, then her face split into a
horrendous grin, her row of yellowed fangs glistening in the faint light of her
eyes. "Ahhhh... my precious man, you carry only words..." A blackish tongue
darted from her purple lips, and rolls around the rim of her mouth, as if
anticipation of a meal. "...but you are WELL armed, indeed..."
"Only truths do I speak, Ravel." Behind me I could sense Morte rolling his
eyes.
She nodded slowly, and her grin faded. "And they travel with you willingly?"
"They chose to walk my path with me. As I said, who wouldn't wa-"
"Chose? Ahh... a dangerous word. Is it so?"
"Yes."
"Yes?" Ravel threw a black-veined glance at Dak'kon, her voice like an arrow.
"Is it choice, gith? Is it? Or is it a matter of two skies?"
Dak'kon's blade bled into a vicious dead black, mirroring his eyes... and to
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