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

The githyanki's eyes narrowed. "I have cast aside the hatred I bore for your
people. I have risen above the petty feud between our two races. For this
they exiled me - but in my heart, I have bested them. Can you say the
same?"
"All right, you two... cut it out. I had some questions."
"What are they?"
"A friend told me you were in need of help."
His intensity doubled, and his voice sounded like it could've ground away
stone. "What have you heard?"
"Simply that you were having difficulties with a political enemy."
His eyes widened for just a fraction of a second, and narrowed again. "I see.
And are you going to help me?"
I shrugged, "It depends on what you need from me."
"It is of a delicate nature. A rival requires education. You won't need to kill
her, if this makes you squeamish."
I mulled it over. Not having to kill to get something done for once was rather
refreshing, a good stretch and crack of the moral knuckles. "I'll do it, then."
"This is what you must do: The woman, Siabha... she has been selling her
influence to the highest bidder, undercutting my position with the Burgher
of this town. I wish you to humiliate her. All you need do is tell the Captain
of the Guards that she has attempted to hire you to attack me, and you shall
be well rewarded. You can find her - if you desire - near the Administration
building."
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Siabha wore a a haughty expression on her aquiline face, and her contempt
for me was obvious as she spoke. "I am a busy woman. Do not detain me
long."
"I spoke with An'Izius. He had an... interesting proposition."
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