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

Morte. If he had a colon, Morte may have just emptied them. "Yes... does
this surprise you?" Tek'elach looked at me expectantly.
Something was definitely up here. You don't see lords and barons mucking
about in the caves beneath a planar backwater, "I just don't see why you'd
be here. Aren't you supposed to be fighting some Blood War or something
back home?"
It frowned. "Yes... there is the Blood War. But, that is far away for now and
need not be spoken of..."
"Why not?"
"For no other reason than I choose not to... for now." It glared.
"Then what are you doing here?"
"My business here is my own; I don't see it as a concern or yours." It smiled
knowingly at me. "I suggest you change the subject."
"I don't understand, why the secrecy? You give me the impression that
something else is going on here."
Tek'elach looked at me with mock surprise. "Do I? Or do you choose to
interpret my words or actions to suit your own needs? Either way, I have
answered your question. I will speak no more on this matter."
"Then what can you tell me about the city of Curst?"
It frowned and gave serious thought to my question. "It is a forsaken place...
a place of betrayal and chaos... a city balanced on the edge or disaster.
Travel wisely within its borders."
"Balanced on the edge of disaster?"
It sighed and looked away. "This is a border town, little human. On one side,
are the outlands. On the other, is the plane of Carceri. So long as the status
quo in Curst remains balanced, this will continue to be a border town." It
paused for effect.
"I've heard as much. Go on."
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