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

standard rust-brown armor. He turned a contemptuous eye to us. Not that I
blamed him... with the coat of scars I definitely look like a troublemaker.
"What do you want?"
"One of the officials of this town has asked me to murder another one of
them," I pointed a thumb towards Inner Curst, "I thought I had better warn
you."
His eyes sharpened behind his helm. "Give me the name. Who's planning
what?"
"An'izius asked me to frame Siabha, who asked me to do the same to
An'izius. They're both corrupt."
He nodded, and spoke in a crisp, clipped manner, "Both of them, eh? Good.
This should solidify my control in this city. They'll be gone before you know
it. My thanks, stranger."
Crap. I think I've just been duped.
Chapter 95
"I heard all about your fine work, friend. That was an interesting little
turn-around. How'd you like Curst's politics, hm?" Dallan quaffed his ale.
"Here's your payment from my end." His voice deepened, taking on an
almost ritualistic tone: "As far removed from Gods and light of Heaven..."
His voice normalized, "For the final portion of the Key, talk to Dona Quisho
over there."
"Why did you want that matter taken care of, anyway? What was your
connection?"
"Because An'izius forbade me to play in this city." He spat on the floor.
"Because Siabha refused to aid me despite our long friendship. She said the
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