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

Immediately in a blur of color, a figure backflips through the crowd. There is
a strange suppleness to his limbs, an odd snap of bone and joint that belies
what seems to be more a mimicry of human form than true anatomy. The
man snaps his head back, standing with a thin-pressed smile and arched
eyes. A shock of fiery red hair sprouts from his head, and though his baggy
coat is ill-fitting he doesn't seek to adjust it.
The colors he wears are eye-wrenching: mustard yellow breeches against a
purple waistband, both slashed in black and wrapped in a coat of firey
orange. His shirt is black as sin and embroidered with blood-red flames. The
only thing even somewhat dull about his appearance is his overly large
brown boots, and even those he wears without a concern for fit or comfort.
You've seen many Planars in your life, and from the narrow gaze on that
bony face you know there's something sinister behind those eyes.
"Well la! Just in time, then!" Jeanette kicks back a seat and props her boots
on a table, hoisting up her mug.
The man gives a smooth bow, though one that seems more mocking than
anything, "I've listened well and eagerly, o sailor of the Silver Sea. You have
a compelling story to tell, and a tale I'll not forget. But I'm certain I will beat
you by far, in tales of how we acquired our journals."
"A challenge! Well met, good sir. But rather unfair to declare yourself the
victor when the defender has left the field of battle!"
"Calm yourself, Jeanette," Oudilin says smoothly, strumming his harp with
one hand, "What is your name, good sir, and where do you hail from?"
"My name? Where do I hail from? Such odd questions, for the answer to
both are one in the same: Ileron of Sen-Tau."
Epetrius blinks, cocking his head, "Surely you jest."
"Nay. That is who and where I am."
The Guvner shakes his head, and makes a show of wiping a particle of dust
from his spectacles, "Ileron, if that is your name, is a myth. I myself visited
the Prime World of Sen-Tau in an archaeological expedition twelve years
ago, and all anyone could find resembling civilization was some crude ruins
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