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

the people of this town. His eyes and posture were more vibrant, as if he
didn't quite belong here. He looked up at us as we moved between the
stained rubble, and straightened his back. "Come to see Kyse? Heard stories
of wisdom and righteousness? Examples to be set and lived by?"
"Are you the caretaker?"
"I am Kyse, caretaker of the town's refuse. I tend to their garbage, and in
metaphor I have seen a fair number of souls float this way as well. I am the
voice that urges them to goodness - and I fear they ignore me."
"You sound like you know more of Curst than its other denizens, old man."
He shook his head in pity, "It is a town that is on the brink of disaster. All
manner of evil is being done here, and nothing is as it seems. All is hidden
beneath a veneer of civility, but the venom scars those who breathe it in.
This is a poisonous town, filled with poisonous people."
He leaned forward conspiratorially then. "I've a secret entrance into the
underground here, a secret place almost no one knows. There is a way into
the undercity..." He paused. "But I have never used it. Should I go down, I
foresee that I could never return. The way down is slippery, and the rubble
would collapse behind me. When I'm ready to die, I shall slide down there
and let the monsters feast on my bones."
"Well aren't you a sunny one," I glanced back beyond the gates. I couldn't
blame him though... every inch of Curst festered with cruelty and
selfishness, "I heard that you're having trouble with a group of thugs."
Kyse nodded, "Wernet is the man, a leader of lice, a collector of sins. He tells
me I have coin, that I should give it to him, but my wealth lies solely in my
heart and my faith. I have told him this. I fear he does not believe. Go,
convince him of this. Please. He stands in Inner Curst, on the southern side,
near the wagons."
"What does Wernet have against you anyway?"
Kyse sighed, "It escapes my knowledge. Rumor has it that I sit upon a wealth
of gold, that great riches had come to me. Untrue, untrue... the only riches I
have are those of my faith, which sustains me in a town of deceit. I have
tried to pass my wealth along but so few here wish to share it with me."
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